This weekend, so far, has been a particularly productive one ( Read more... )

Some days I get really ratty for no reason. Today would be one of those days, but for the fact that I have a good reason. Three hours sleep. My own fault I guess. I just have to get through the next 6 hours and then I can go home, get into bed and read the latest issue of "Sirenia Digest" before going to sleep ( Read more... )

I've been having a messy time in my head the last few nights. Normally my dreams have some sort of plot to them, some sort of 'dream-sense' anyway. It has just been random things. I've been writing them down each day, and interestingly the process of writing all these random dreams down is bringing old ones out. Stuff I know I have dreamed in ( Read more... )

After the near all-nighter of Saturday and only five hours sleep, I managed a personal sleep record of 11 hours on Sunday night, waking up feeling quite lovely yesterday. Today is when my brain gets back at me for it. "How dare you remain unconscious for so long?" it said at about 4am. I lay in bed for a good hour with a line going round in my ( Read more... )

I remembered part of the other dream. I can see a fish devouring a fish while being thrown about by a heron on the roof of the kitchen in Stoke Poges. Not sure about the rest ( Read more... )

WAHHHHH!
I woke up at 4.30am and sat in the dark trying to figure out what was keeping me awake. Did I need a wee? Was I thirsty? Was I cold? No, the BLIMP on my bottom lip was pulsing viciously and keeping me awake. I think this is the second worst cold sore I've ever had. I looked in the mirror this morning to be met with this cream- ( Read more... )

So how strange is this - Christian from Monster Movie was in my dream last night. He turned up at my house in his best man's suit (he was best man at Helen and Sean's wedding) wanting to buy weed off of me. I had to make up some excuse to my parents about how 'stuff' meant that he owed me money. Meanwhile my brother was going mental on some new ( 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... )

Have death breath from garlicy bruschetta - will keep the beasts away at work tomorrow ( Read more... )