Forty Thousand Winks

I’m not entirely sure why I missed a day on the blog yesterday. I suppose life happened. I’ll go with that. While I was at work, and the children were at a holiday club, my other half took a vast collection of old video games to the trade-in store, and gave them a very busy afternoon. She returned two hours later, children in tow, to exchange a mountain of in-store credit for three XBox 360 consoles.

Guess who spent the majority of last night wiring up games machines, televisions, connecting them to the internet, configuring online account sign-ins and so on. Afterwards I retreated to the junk room for an hour and nerded out spectacularly – playing chess against the computer, and falling down one internet rabbit hole after another. Eventually I found myself propped on the couch in the living room watching a horrific drama called “Hidden” about a hellish family in Wales that abducted young women. I remarked to my other half “I can’t watch this, because it will cause bad dreams”. I carried on watching anyway.

I fell asleep at about 4am.

At some point between 6am and 7am I had quite the most bizarre dream in some time. I don’t remember much about it now, other than it was ridiculous, and left me staring at the alarm clock in disbelief when I finally woke up.

I’m not sure how I made it through today. It turns out that it’s quite difficult to keep going on three hours of sleep – my appreciation and wonder of people that do shift work just went through the roof. All those nurses I know – how on earth do you do it ? Do you ever get used to it ?

How is tomorrow only Wednesday? It feels like it should be Thursday already. I’m sure after a decent night’s sleep I’ll feel differently, but really – can this week not just finish already? If there are any supernatural beings up there, pulling our strings – surely you can see that this week needs to be over already? I’ll take your abject failure to act as conclusive proof that you don’t exist (like I need any proof, given the total and utter lack of any evidence to the contrary in recorded history throughout any civilization that ever walked the earth).

Oops. Almost fell down a rabbit hole of my own making there.

Perhaps it’s time to go catch up on forty thousand winks.

2 Replies to “Forty Thousand Winks”

  1. You are the only proof you need that the great ‘other’ exists, since, clearly, at some point in your life, one of those magical beings turned you (presumably once a human) into a rabbit (who has fallen down a great many holes since I started reading this blog.) Miraculous, really. Truly miraculous, if you ask me.

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