It’s 5am and you’re still awake…
I was feeling sleepy around midnight when I took a shot of Absinthe, god damn you Absinthe… Green death flavour indeed…
Since then I’ve been out in the garden laughing my ass off with Andy and Stu talking about The Simpsons for hours on end under paraffin lamp light. Watching complete and utter shit on TV, like REALLY old episodes of “Roseanne” and “Mork and Mindy” while knocking back a rather delightful cup of tea.
Now I face the prospect of sleeping on an airbed (sans duvet and pillows) in the office with the constant hum of PC’s in the background and a cat that’s surely trying to kill me, not if I kill him first….
But house rule number 17 clearly states “NO ABUSING THE CAT!!!!“… It never said anything about self defence though.
It’s gonna be a short ass sleep, mainly because I’m blocking the main throughway to the kitchen so as soon as anyone wakes up with a case of the munchies then you can bet I’ll be woken up… I’m giving myself 2 to 4 hours tops.