Oh-oh. My brain just died. Flat battery? I knew I should have gone home early to get some sleep yesterday, instead I ended up going to The Dubliner with Linda for dinner and then we went to her place and had some red wine and watched Ally McBeal and Friends (neither of which series I have watched for ages – like a year or so – so I kept getting surprised) as well as removing some very sticky sticky-tape from around one of Linda’s paintings. Which all meant, of course, that instead of the intended early night I got a rather later night than I usually do. Which is not good, considering I was already in the red on the sleep front. Which is noticeable right now. My head is heavy. I can barely keep my eyes open. All I want to do is curl up under a warm blanket and not stir for days, weeks, months.
I also suspect I am wavering on the edge of a cold, which may explain some of the heavyness. I do not have time to get ill. Really.
Though I must admit a couple of days on the couch with a good book and steaming mugs of tea or cocoa or similar does not sound like a bad idea at all. In fact, it sounds heavenly. Maybe that’s what I’ll be doing this weekend. Mmm. Weekend…
I feel exactly like a wringed out dishcloth, only slightly less damp.
Voice in my head: medley of Complicated (Avril Lavigne), I Just Can’t Get You out of my Head (Kylie Minougue), I Got You Babe (Sonny and Cher) and some piece from a film, not sure which – very strange, and I don’t normally do medleys