h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

not much in me all day... cept for between my ears... at times...
didn't sleep last night.
22 hour long days, and 48 plus hour long days, are quite draining I find ... I'm sure I'd cope better if I could sleep...
but... the sleeping tablets are grotty rubbish... if* they work, they're not even real sleep, so not actually refreshing or anything
Spent this afternoon being a cat though. which was nice.
and..... I thought cats were ment to be good at sleeping
sort of hungry, thinking I might have some supper... maybe a saucerful of milk... or... something...

really need to try wear my brain out more... during the day... but... its awkward when I can't concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes

Think I'll go try sleep. hopefully it'll work tonight...... I think I'll dream of being a cat tonight..... in the countryside being a cat is nice

Yeah, bein a cat is rilly neat. You get to climb fings and chase fings and you get fish and chikkin and toona (I fink that's fish too), and you get scratches behind the ears, and you get to sleep on the bed, and wake mum up at 5am cos it's time for breakfast, and you get catnip, and you sleep loads.

It's a pretty good life bein a cat. Except for when there's a dog in the house. Dogs are dumb as a bag of spanners and twice as ugly. Cats are super cool and handsome and pretty much the best thing ever.

Sleep is one of those vicious circles if you get overly tired you can't get to sleep, if you get too much you still end up like a zombie

Not sure if I had too much or too little last night... I did* have some though I know that much... well, there was a period where my awareness of the world around me, srunk back a bit,- even wlehn I sleep I don't think I'm entirely unaware of stuff, like noises outside, etc

whichever it was... it hasn't really improved things drastically today.... after a few days developing empathy for corpses, I'm still on the developing empathy for zombies/living dead, it seems; mixed in with teh useual patturn of hot/cold flushes, and thence empathy development for those who've had menapause

this sure is fun

well... tough luck... =- stripped the bedding off the bed, and threw that into wash, so no chance to flollopy down on the bed, if I'm tired... which I am.... caffine isn't helping much so far

at least I'll ahve a fresh turned matress, and clean bedding, by teh end of the day - yeh, I'm sure I've got spare bedding, but I can't remember where it is... = it should* be in the cupbaord, where I've always kept it... but it doesn't seem to be there... - wondering if I decided to keep it somewher else, in teh last six months (period I've entirely lost my memory from, err, about six months I think)

well. its all fun ang games... until someone gets hurt... and ... as its always me who gets hurt, that m mjust makes it more fun

must go clean then steralise kitchen... then I can find food... eggs I think... though I seriously doubt I'm conscious enough to be safe to cook, I am at least insane enough to give it a go
this could be.... fun*1


*1 for fun read painful possibly....

ouch! wow... that was fun... (I just stood up) - ouch at least I'm accompanied by the jingly bells now those on my chainmail anklet, being higher pitched, than the cat-bell on the collar to the kitchen *prepares for pain of standing this time*