I went to bed shortly
after 11pm last night, slept until 2.25am, and then was awake for
much of the night after that. I wish I knew why (despite the CPAP
machine's best efforts) some nights I barely sleep.
I gave up trying to sleep
and got up just before 5.30am. It was a tad chilly today; for the
first time this year I turned the bathroom heater on.
I had my morning
herbalife shake; I'd made it last night and popped it in the fridge
because that supposedly makes it thicker. And as I guzzled it I
watched another episode of "Revolution". It started
well; I'm rather concerned that the program has now reached the point
that its lost its way. For a team of die-hard desperadoes, the main
protagonists seem to spend a lot of time on general irrelevant
do-gooding. And the main bimbo was wandering around in the nip for no
adequately explored reason. Generally a show is struggling when the
leading lady flops them out.
Mind you a leading lady
with *them* flopped out was far more entertaining than the
interview with Stephen Fry which came on the telly next.
It was still cold as I
drove to work; I had the heater blowing to warm me up. But I suppose
it is technically the first
day of autumn.
As I drove I listened to
the news. I do that; sometimes I think I shouldn't. People continue
to fight, squabble and cheat each other as they have done for
thousands of years.
The Americans are picking
yet
another international fight.
Tesco would seem to have
been somewhat
dishonest in their practices.
And the English
delegation to the UK Parliament is in uproar wanting what has been
promised to
the Scots. The fact that the Scots have a Parliament and the
English don't might be an obstacle to this, but what do I know?
Mind you Emma Watson (of
Harry Potter fame) is to have nudey
photos of her plastered round the Internet so realistically the
day wasn't such a bad one.
I suppose that the day's
news, like episodes of "Revolution" has to resort to
nudity when all else fails to grip the audience.
And so to work for
another hungry day; these herbalife shakes aren't cutting the mustard
for me. Perhaps I'm just greedy?
Mind you it's quicker to
gulp a shake than it is to eat a sandwich, so I had a few minutes
longer to practie my saxophone. Practice went well; I'm reasonably
pleased with my "Tiddly-om-pom-pom"s now.
And I feel I should
mention that the inestimable Soup Boy has had a haircut; he now looks
like a Romulan. I think it suits him.
I came home to find "My
Boy TM" ransacking the house. He thought I
might have a spare woggle; he didn't realise that it's probably five
(or more) years since I packed in being a cub leader.
I took "Furry
Face TM" round the park. There's a fun
fair setting up in Viccie Park.
We had tea, then set off
to Folkestone where we went up the back passage, and had a glass of
port. After insults were bandied and birthday cakes were scoffed I
slept through an episode of "The 100". I now have
absolutely no idea of what is going on in that show.... but in a
blatent act of jumping on the bandwagon the leading actress got her
kit off too...
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