Abusing half-intelligent post-titles the world over.
Very early morning this. You know those mornings where you ended up getting to bed far too late, and your head feels like a mix between a bowl of porridge and a block of wood? No? Good for you! Now go away, you happy bastard >:|
This is a moderately half-whiny post, so skip it if you think that’s uncool.
Felt like that this morning. I got to bed around 24, laying awake for 2 hours (judging by glimpses at the clock) when I suddenly can’t remember anything more. I assume I fell asleep since I suddenly wake up again around 6 with a monstrous headache (the lack-of-sleep headache). After lying around for 15 minutes feeling incredibly sorry for myself I get out of bed to eat two Paracetamols and a half-litre of water, then back to bed. Half-sleeping for a half hour before the alarms start whining that I need to get up because I’ve got to go to work, followed by another half hour of snoozing them again (the alarms, you twit).
Eventually I get up, eat some food, brush my teeth and clamber into the car only to go back out to get some snow to dip my face in. It was supposed to kickstart my head you know; cold snow = ARGH = a bit more wakey? The upside is that I woke up. Lots, if you can quantify waking up. I think I kept my face in that snow long enough to really start me up through some weird reactions in my head. Or I fell half asleep in the snow and woke up a new a man. I felt alot better afterwards, if a bit
Thankfully there’s a coffee-machine at work. It doesn’t deliver the best coffee in the world, but it’s a simple and carefree way to get coffee, and it delivers caffeine (yes yes, you silly tea-poodles - I know there’s caffeine in tea, but that doesn’t make it as awesome). Caffeine’s the most important substance in the morning, as a by the way. I’ve also got my trusted Imsdal bottle here with lots and lots of crystal clear Norwegian well-water.
So while the morning’s pretty shit I’m enjoying the post about the movies I want to see this year, or this half of the year (abusing the word ‘half’ in this post…). Maybe the day’s not that half bad? Maybe. I’ll reserve the right to be whiny about mornings like these when I feel half-dead though.
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