I’m having lots o’ trouble sleeping.
Last night I managed to drift in and out whilst watching Edward Scissorhands, which inevitably just made me really fucking sad.
I did get a few hours in the end…but I’ve woken up feeling slightly worse than I did when I went to bed.
Insomnia always picks a really irritating time to strike.
I couldn’t sleep the night before, and I had to work all day (ten and a half hours with a one hour break, that mostly consisted of walking from one job to the next). Which meant that by ten at night (when I finished work) I was absolutely shattered, really moody and generally a little miserable. A little bit of time with Fanny and the Caveman cheered me up a bit…but only until they went to bed and I lay down and got miserable watching Tim Burton’s fairy tale ode to isolation.
Anyway, what’s really annoying is that I wasn’t that bothered last night, as I had the day off today. I could always just lie in.
But no….the fucking Estate agent called this morning and I had to open to the door to a bunch of jovial builders installing a fire extinguisher in our kitchen. I guess I should be grateful that we’ve got one chance to save the building from cremation, but to be honest…I’m pretty sure that they’ve put it on the other side of any fire that might happen.
Oh…I’m just a grumpy bastard I guess.
Indeed, I am a bit down.
Whereas yesterday this led me to ponderin’ the joys of livin’ and learnin’, today not even Billy Joel has managed to cheer me up.
This is bad.
But seriously kids….I’ll be fine. I just need to find some money so I can find some food so I can avoid starvation. Then I need to face up to the fact that it’s not Sunny today and so I get to have a day off in the cold and grey day that I should have come to expect.
Don’t worry kids, I’ll cheer up later.
PS…I can’t believe I managed to make the word jovial sound like a term of abuse….I’m such a miserable sod.