My keyboard makes a useless pillow

Good grief, I am shattered! If I was a zombie yesterday then today I'm... Too tired to think of something worse than a zombie today.

I did, however, against all odds manage to get everything done that I needed to do yesterday - finished the last bits and bobs of work on a client project, attended yet another Makro meeting, celebrated TSC's first 100% score on a test, wrote and submitted my longest assignment for my writing course and made it to bed just before midnight. Then up early this morning to listen to the Makro interview on John Robbie's show at 6.40.

I'm not thinking in a straight line though. I slept terribly last night, with dreams of my computer crashing and then of having my legs amuptated by a mad person with a chainsaw. Not fun. My subconscious is freaky.

I'm useless when I haven't had enough sleep and so far I've managed to forget my lunch at home, put the wrong phone number on a press release and send it out to the media (sooo professional), send emails with incorrect attachments and stare at the same sentence for 10 minutes without understanding it.

I think a night off is in order.

Right, have to go and see if I can find a stale rusk or two for lunch.

Daydreaming of my duvet

I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. My dear demented cat, Marble, went missing. He's a house cat and only gets to go out when we're home, so we usually know where he is. He's back now (he arrived at 5am this morning in the pouring rain), but between my lack-of-sleep headache, the miz weather and the flickering flourescent lightbulb, I am twitching like I've been plugged into an electric socket.

My monitor seems to be reaching out to me through the glass and then swirling itself around while flashing a bright white light. Soon it will start singing... "Lucy in the sky with diamonds..."

Hmmm... I guess this is kind of what tripping on LSD feels like. Anyone with experience wish to comment?