I’ve not been sleeping well for the past week or so, nothing major to complain about, but just a lot on my mind. I downloaded an app (as recommended by Eric the Baker) called Sleep Machine. I’ve always been skeptical about the idea of white noise helping you to drift off, but if there’s an app for something, I am usually curious to test it out (see: running a 5k race).

Last night, I was awake at 1am due to some pretty vicious lightning and thunder cracking right over my head. Thankfully I was indoors, but for the couple of hours I was awake, I was not amused. At what point does lightning cease being awe-inspiring and become more of an annoyance? When I was a kid, massive storms were great fun. There was one particular day, I was waiting for a long distance friend to arrive.

It’s almost 12 o’clock and we’ve just had lunch. A little bit early, but given the complete mess-up of timings, it doesn’t really matter, does it? I couldn’t really eat too much during the actual marathon event and the staying up throughout the night, because when I eat, I fall asleep. I’m sure there’s a biological explanation behind it, but actually, it’s quite annoying. When I get home from work on a normal weekday, I make us dinner, and after that, I’m lucky if I don’t fall asleep.

I dream very vividly. Sometimes it’s very scary, and not at all a pleasant experience. But sometimes, just sometimes, I manage to get something out of the so-real-I-could-be-awake experience. Just recently I was having such a convincing dream that I woke up and immediately wrote it down. A couple of hours later and I had the plans for another story. It was quite amazing. I don’t know where my subconscious plucked the idea from in the first place, but it certainly turned it into something good.

Last weekend, I had to catch up with all the television that I had recorded whilst we were on holiday and the recovering week. I basically spent all afternoon watching different dramas. I was busy doing other things at the same time, so it’s not like I wasted an afternoon or anything, but it was a lot of television. So many different stories appeared on the screen, that they started to merge together.

Recently, I have slept a lot, and the more I snoozed, the more tired I seemed to get. Things do not bode well for my ‘staying up for 24 hours’ attempt tomorrow. One of the most annoying things about the whole experience is that it’s based in America, and they are blogging from 6am to 6am the next day. Fair enough. But you have to take into account the time difference, which means I will be blogging from 2pm to 2pm the next day.

I watched the first episode of the second series of LOST. I thought about staying up to watch the second one but midnight was just a little bit too late for me. Anyway, you know what it’s like, by the time you actually get to bed and get to sleep, time is ticking on. That means, this morning I am tired. I set the alarm to get up to go to the gym, but went straight back to bed.

Every night I set my alarm for the morning, and at some point during the night I will always add an extra hour to the time. Then when the alarm finally goes off, I know that I have to get up - there is no option. I don’t know why I can’t seem to get up when I want to. I’m tired, yes, but I’m always tired and this shouldn’t make any difference.

… Believe me, there is nothing, and I mean nothing, more boring than people wanting to describe their dreams to you … Trust me on this, it kills relationships stone dead. The day one partner wakes up and starts saying ‘It was amazing, there was this rabbit in a bowler hat cooking an omelette…’ that’s when love dies. Scaramouche, We Will Rock You But, I’m going to anyway. Just in time for the weekend, I woke up on Friday morning with an intense sore throat.

Insomniacs are relentless about time, about night-time, because each minute is another grain of sand through the hour-glass and into your head for the next day. Time For Bed, David Baddiel I’m no insomniac, but I can understand that. I could not sleep at all last night. I grabbed an hour between 11 and 12, and then I watched the clock tick by until about half 2. The rest of the house settled into sleep, then I watched the clock tick by some more.