Woken this morning by the creep next door doing his washing at 6.15am.  Later I went out to peek at his balcony, only to discover that he had washed just two shirts.  And they weren't even work shirts, unless he's a lumberjack.  So, I will be launching a counter-attack tomorrow with the building manager, and if that fails, I'm not sure what else ( Read more... )

In total, 7 hours sleep out of the past 48.  I'm not quite feeling real anymore. It has distressed me so much that I was sobbing in my bathroom at 3.30am.  Oddly, everything smells so much stronger today... maybe because of the typhoon.

So, yesterday was my birthday, but I wasn't really in the mood for it as I'd had about 2 and half hours sleep, due to a combination of the heat keeping me awake, and finding one of these ugly motherfuckers outside my apartment.  Apparently, they're called toilet crickets, which just doesn't seem to do them justice.  Anyway, it sent me into intense ( Read more... )

I would love to have two consecutive nights of good sleep.  On Sunday night I had the quite marathon amount of 10 hours sleep, which never happens even on a normal night.  Last night however, I got to bed about 1am, and woke up at 4.30.  I then proceeded to thrash around until about 6.50am (the last time I looked at my clock) before descending into ( Read more... )

I am so fed up of being tired.

I want to go to sleep but I know when I get to bed I won't be able to do so.

Some stupid dating advert is grinning at me from the side bar.

Today I was all cranky and grumpy, and now all I want to do is break things.

I watched "Hush", probably one of my favourite Buffy's, and the only one to make me jump.

Now

It's Monday, which means Charlie Brooker.   Oddly, I spend much of my time lately using my iPod to compile mix CDs for my fellow alcoholics.  Currently I'm working on some "techno" CDs, which aren't really techno at all, but I can just lie and say it's "English techno".

I should, at 10.24am, have been out of the door and on my way to Omotesando, but ( Read more... )

Well, I have (for the third week running) not been to bed until at least 3am. I'm beginning to associate Sundays with general feelings of ennui, pain and an extreme desire for unconsciousness. The sleeping does, however, make up for a recent couple of nights with little sleep. My brain decided recently that 4am is a really good time to start ( Read more... )

Well, only 8 hours until my flight back to England. As you might be able to tell, I can't sleep. I've just painted my toenails black, possibly for the first time ever at 4am. A pot of tea is brewing, my neighbours are coughing in their sleep and here's an excellent way to pass the time:

Giant marine life found in AntarcticaGiant starfish? In ( Read more... )

Oh damn you brain ( Read more... )

During one of my sleepless nights (not toally sleepless you understand) I had a dream I was stealing flowers from Kew Gardens and someone was shouting at me through a load-haler "Put the floerws DOWN!". It was all very Technicolor, like the chocolate river scene in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory ( Read more... )