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Aah, useless.
Apr. 12th, 2007 03:13 pmI didn't sleep well last night. At some stage I got up to go to the lavatory, then Steph got up some time later, switching on the Nazi-prison-camp searchlight we have installed above our bed to find her way to the door and back again – wuss. I can't wait until we have bought soft Tiffany-inspired bedside lamps (I'm not sure if I've told Steph this is what we are getting yet, but since "we" apparently have a whole lot of ideas for our wedding that I swear I've only heard half of*, this is frankly small fry) so I don't waken up in the middle of the night expecting to be slapped around with a fawn-coloured leather glove with men with moustaches and dodgy accents screaming "CONFESS! CONFESS!"
I woke up a whole lot after that, but in a vague kind of way, so that when the alarm went off in the morning I wasn't sure if I'd really woken up every ten minutes, or merely dreamt half the wakenings. Steph left me in bed out of pity, and I must say I can't really remember the hour or so after the alarm, except I think I babbled at her incoherently for a bit.
Finally woke up at 8.30. Still felt ill from lack of sleep. Spent about 2 hours accidentally reading Understanding Comics (Steph left it on our kitchen table) instead of doing anything useful, like say, having breakfast, or showering.
That's been pretty much my day, but I did manage to investigate getting our stupidly blunt knives sharpened.
My girlfriend's just come to pick me up. I know this, because I heard a disembodied voice calling my name from the other side of the shelving "wall" that makes up our office. Creepy.
Oh, and because I did:
--Go to Google.com
--Click on Maps.
--Click on "get Directions".
--From New York
--To London
--And read line # 23.
If you laugh, repost this.
* Sometimes Steph has conversations with me that go on in her head. Sometimes I forget the conversations we have had. Sometimes S claims the latter when I KNOW the case is the former. Sometimes I probably argue it's the former when I have simply forgotten.
I woke up a whole lot after that, but in a vague kind of way, so that when the alarm went off in the morning I wasn't sure if I'd really woken up every ten minutes, or merely dreamt half the wakenings. Steph left me in bed out of pity, and I must say I can't really remember the hour or so after the alarm, except I think I babbled at her incoherently for a bit.
Finally woke up at 8.30. Still felt ill from lack of sleep. Spent about 2 hours accidentally reading Understanding Comics (Steph left it on our kitchen table) instead of doing anything useful, like say, having breakfast, or showering.
That's been pretty much my day, but I did manage to investigate getting our stupidly blunt knives sharpened.
My girlfriend's just come to pick me up. I know this, because I heard a disembodied voice calling my name from the other side of the shelving "wall" that makes up our office. Creepy.
Oh, and because I did:
--Go to Google.com
--Click on Maps.
--Click on "get Directions".
--From New York
--To London
--And read line # 23.
If you laugh, repost this.
* Sometimes Steph has conversations with me that go on in her head. Sometimes I forget the conversations we have had. Sometimes S claims the latter when I KNOW the case is the former. Sometimes I probably argue it's the former when I have simply forgotten.