Inconsiderate B@$£@?DS

I was staying at H’s on friday night and we went to bed about 10.  Shortly afterwards I started to hear a low humming noise, a bit like when we start our dishwasher.  Unfortunately, being a light sleeper, this was enough to mean that I wouldn’t sleep until it stopped.  However, this was only the tip of the iceberg, as it turned out that it was the washing machine.  The noisiest washing machine in the world.  A washing machine with 3 legs on a wooden floor.  Midnight it kicked into its spin cycle, and almost managed to pneumatic drill its way through the floor.  I really think that this is an inconsiderate way to behave, you might not be asleep, but other people might want to.  Before this I didn’t think that the Swiss had the right idea with general practice saying that you can’t use a washing machine after 9pm and at all on a sunday.

And its a nice country too!

Bad Nostalgia

It’s happening again, I can’t sleep. Bad Nostalgia hits me everytime I try and sleep. My head gets caught up in vivid daydreams of bad jobs, ex girlfriends and mistakes I have made in the past. Sometimes a mixture of all of them.

This leaves me not only physically tired but emotionally ratty too. If I have been a pain in the arse for the last
few weeks then I apologise.

It really doesn’t help when I have dissappointment in my life everytime I try and do something good. Take last week, when I tried to book a holiday over new year. Went in one day and was told it was fine, as I had to book time off work the next day I went in again to confirm it only to be told that bookings had closed. So I spent the afternoon in a maudlin state on my own which probably didn’t help matters. Anyway, drifting off topic.

The only good thing about not being able to sleep is that I have got a lot of reading done. I have finally finished Tropic of Capricorn, I read the Gum Thief by Douglas Coupland (Far from his best), America Unchained by Dave Gorman and am getting close to the end of Everything is Illuminated (love the film, but the book is dull as hell).

There you go.

Tired

For some reason today I feel really tired, im not sure why really, I wasn’t late in bed last night, but I had stuff on my mind, although I was probably still asleep by 11.  On Saturday I had a late one, playing Wii tennis against Smyles (I had been to visit his and Caths new house for the first time, and that was a laugh).

Anyway, felt ok this morning, but as soon as I got into work, tiredness set in.  Im the only one in the office and although its not too bad, it can be a bit chilly.  I feel a bit like Bob Cratchett from A Christmas Carol huddling to keep warm (I am only typing this to give my fingers something to do.

Tomorrow I have a whole day of training to do.  Should be interesting.

Comedy Nights Sleep

Last night I had an annoying nights sleep, but looking back on it it was actually quite amusing.

About midnight I was woken up, probably by the howling wind outside, but I thought that it was because I could hear what sounded like an electrical crackling sound.  After a couple of minutes of this I decided that it was probably coming from the speakers in the ceiling, so I went and turned them off at the box, and settled down to try and get back to sleep.

About 10 minutes later it started again, so I had to get up and investigate again and I found that it was so windy, the vents in my window were blowing out, so I had to open them making my room a lot colder and windier.  Anyway, I managed to get to sleep only to be woken up again by my bedside lamp turning itsself on. 

As this is a touch lamp I assumed that the wind was knocking it against the wall and turning it on.  I moved it away and drifted back to sleep, only to be woken up by the same thing happening.  I turned it off again and 2 minutes later it was back on again.  Beginning to think there was a ghost I switched it off and then heard the beep as all of the phones and electrical systems in the house were rebooting after a power cut. 

There you go, electrical surges turn on lamps.  I think that I eventually got about 5 hours sleep last night, but looking back on it, its quite funny.

Vicious circles

I get it from my Mum, who got it from her Mum.  I worry about things, I always have done, and probably always will.  I worry about big things, I worry about little things.  I even worry about things that happened years and years ago.

When I worry I can’t sleep, and then I worry that I can’t sleep and I am then stuck in a vicious non-sleeping cricle, which is why I am awake at midnight, writing this after a frantic search for my bank account details.  As you may have guessed from that last statement, I am worried about money, which due to a series of unforseen circumstances is screwing me over, so I am going to have to transfer money back from my mortgage account and blah blah blah.  See, I worry.

 The other thing on my mind is that my Grandad is in hospital.  He had a hip replacement last week and should have been home, but due to a blood clot in his lung (apparantly its a heart problem) he is still in, but could eb home by the weekend.  So thats not so much of a worry, but still its going over in my mind. 

Ive been thinking about shool as well (12 years ago) and things still worry me from there, im sure that most of it nobody else remembers apart from me, yet still I worry about it.

What can I say, apart from the fact that I am one of lifes worriers, and I can’t do anything about it…and that worries me.