I didn’t get much sleep on Sunday night.
I don’t know what the cause was. It was just one of those things. For hours, I lay in bed and stared at the darkness, but the brain just refused to sleep.
Eventually, I did nod off, and was woken by the dog a couple of hours later. Once again, I was wide awake, so I decided to cut my losses and get up.
Yesterday was a shit day. I like my sleep, and when I don’t get it, I’m like Mary Harney without the HRT. All day, I wandered around in a bit of a haze, kicking the guinea pigs [they make quite good footballs, incidentally] and generally breaking things.
My one consolation was that I knew I would have a grand sleep last night, because I was knackered. I didn’t get to bed too early because a certain dimwit had fucked up his site, and he came clamouring to me, late in the evening to fix it. I told him to fuck off, but he said he’d pay me in pints at the Blog Awards. That was enough for me, so I set about fixing it.
I quit after a couple of hours, and went to bed.
Do you think I could sleep? Like fuck, I could.
I lay there for five hours or so staring at my old friend the darkness. I tossed and turned but Morpheus had fucked off on his holidays. No sleep. Not a single fucking wink.
I got up as dawn broke, as I was sick of the tossing and turning. I went back to Dimwit’s site and eventually fixed his problem. Three hours in total, it took me.
I did some sums.
I think I am worth around €100 per hour as a consultant. Three hours? Three hundred smackers. Converted to pints, that comes out at somewhere around eighty pints that Dimwit owes me.
Now, I should sleep after that…………