And on the count of three I pull back the duvet,
Make my way to the refrigerator,
fuck all inside, machine’s died
Not even bread, jam,
When the light above my head went bam!
I can?t sleep, something?s all over me,
Greasy, insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.
But there?s no relief,
I?m wide awake in my kitchen,
It?s dark and I?m lonely,
Oh, if I could only get some sleep,
Creaky noises make my skin creep,
I need to get some sleep,
I can?t get no sleep?.

Fuckedy fuck fuck. Again with the insomnia. The only times in the past three weeks that I’ve managed to get to sleep within an hour of going to bed are the times I’ve been wasted, and I think that that’s not the best plan for to be fit for work in the morning.

So, after trying for an hour and a half, I’ve given up and am back at the PC to kill a few thingys, then it’s a hot whiskey and then trying again.

Oh well, might as well wander round the blogs again; see if anything new and exciting is happening…

0 thoughts on “Bugger

  1. Well Ed it’s probably easier said than done as I’m sure you’d want her to be a sweetie as well as easygoing about what happens to her hosiery but if you were actually tearing those tights off with your teeth then you’d sleep better – afterwards.

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