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 L 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 L’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