The sleep deprived weekend round-up
2003-01-27 at 9:27 a.m.

 

Now I'm officially fucked off. I just typed a huge entry and the fucking thing disappeared into the ether.

Bollocks.

So yeh, let's start again. My weekend was mostly fun. Friday and Saturday involved much drinking and hilarity. Mostly at my expense. Friday night was crazy-drunk-person-hitting-on-yours-truly-night. I tried to think of a snappier title but that didn't work out. Still. So irrespective of my conspicous other half our friendly freak was staring at me for several hours. Mr Me started to growl eventually and so the crazy fella came over and said 'I'm going to go down the other end of the bar now as it's getting a bit aggressive around here'. Then followed with 'But I'll be in for a few drinks tomorrow, so maybe we can talk then.' Hmmm, why do the crazy scary people love me? Do I have some kind of a sign over my head? 'Are you nuts? Then let's talk!' Unluckily for the crazy man I'd had a few by then, so my reply was short and... well... not very sweet.

Saturday night was more drunken foolishness. Which was nice. We spent some time with an old friend who we've not seen for a while. It was Burns Night, so we had to have a drink. Not that I'm Scottish you understand. It just has to be done. Sunday the kids and accoutrements came round. I made toad-in-the-hole. And Heidi, that still isn't some kind of weird sex thing. So you can get that mind out of that gutter right now, young lady.

3am this morning was less good. I woke up after having a dream that we were all sitting around discussing why my mate killed himself. With no good answers. When I woke up I realised we weren't actually talking about that friend, but a different one, who is severely depressed at the moment. And who I worry about extensively. It wasn't quite a banshee moment, but it was enough to get me up and turning lights on and reading a book until 5am this morning. I need to find out if she's ok, just so I can shake this 'impending doom' feeling. Mondays are bad enough without impending doom feelings.

And in a superficial way it makes me tired when I have loads of work to do. Which I should probably be getting on with.

And will anyone tell me whether they like these bloody templates or not. Purty please...