Early Night no. 94
So I close down the computer about midnight, perform my ablutions, finally finish Cirque, one last check of a couple of communication sites - notice Sherlock Holmes has a profile on one of them
("Though I disagree with the imposed barriers of sexual orientation and believe that all human interaction is meaningless (my body is transport, nothing else) I have decided to create a profile for myself. If nothing else, it shall be an interesting study on the idiocy of the generic Internet user and shall give me something to laugh over in the rare evenings that I am not busy." What do people spot first: "My piercing green/grey/blue eyes.
My entirely natural ebony tresses.
My colossal height.
My panther-rolling-in-a-cello voice.")
and turn light out.
Tick tick.
Cue cat. Purr purr. Ding Ding. Purr.
2.00am need pee.
2.10am, radio turns off. Hit it to turn it back on. If there were something I wanted to listen to, then I could sleep. They can't decide if a Chinese vase sold for $7m or $70m.
2.30am cat goes out through cat flap.
3.00am cat reappears. Wants to be under covers. Purr purr. Poke poke. I want to go out all day tomorrow. still, I could get six hours sleep.
3.10am, radio turns off. Cat absents herself. Get up. I don't have any cheese (if I have nightmares then at least I'm asleep) so I have a scotch egg.
4.00am cat uses bladder as trampoline. I need the thicker duvet on. Go for pee.
4.10, radio turns off. Clearly making no odds.
8.00 wake. Yes, I sleep through the news. But there are interesting items on after it, and I hear them all. And Ian McMillan on DID. He chooses 4'33" as his single track. Genuis.
9.50 time to get up. I'll be out tonight, but today feels cancelled. I need to be near a bed.
("Though I disagree with the imposed barriers of sexual orientation and believe that all human interaction is meaningless (my body is transport, nothing else) I have decided to create a profile for myself. If nothing else, it shall be an interesting study on the idiocy of the generic Internet user and shall give me something to laugh over in the rare evenings that I am not busy." What do people spot first: "My piercing green/grey/blue eyes.
My entirely natural ebony tresses.
My colossal height.
My panther-rolling-in-a-cello voice.")
and turn light out.
Tick tick.
Cue cat. Purr purr. Ding Ding. Purr.
2.00am need pee.
2.10am, radio turns off. Hit it to turn it back on. If there were something I wanted to listen to, then I could sleep. They can't decide if a Chinese vase sold for $7m or $70m.
2.30am cat goes out through cat flap.
3.00am cat reappears. Wants to be under covers. Purr purr. Poke poke. I want to go out all day tomorrow. still, I could get six hours sleep.
3.10am, radio turns off. Cat absents herself. Get up. I don't have any cheese (if I have nightmares then at least I'm asleep) so I have a scotch egg.
4.00am cat uses bladder as trampoline. I need the thicker duvet on. Go for pee.
4.10, radio turns off. Clearly making no odds.
8.00 wake. Yes, I sleep through the news. But there are interesting items on after it, and I hear them all. And Ian McMillan on DID. He chooses 4'33" as his single track. Genuis.
9.50 time to get up. I'll be out tonight, but today feels cancelled. I need to be near a bed.