Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Eyes caramba...
















This is the view from behind my eyelids having had only 3 hours sleep in the last 36 hours. A late shift with a call out overnight to assess some poor unfortunate and thence onto an early shift and I am hallucinating. I keep seeing cats which aren't there when I look for them....unless those bloody felines that deign to live with us are winding me up. I'd keep my eye on them but they keep bloody moving....the bastards.
Wandering around Sodsbury's I felt as tho' I was walking in slow motion only to discover I was, with a beatific smile on me mush. No wonder the checkout girl was quick to process me through her till. Still, speakers set to 11 and No.1 out at his mates house, lots of seventies music blasting out including plenty of Bowie (Life on Mars....I remember 1973 and it was a shit year from what I recall of it!) and a bit of cheesy disco...wonderful.
Why is it when one is exhausted one's bones ache?
Only one cure and it involves a peculier approach...a lovely bottle of the stuff.
Ooh! Buzzcocks now and....have you ever fallen in love with someone you shouldnt've?
Ramones and X-Ray Spex next!
I'm orf to neck that bottle and then I'll collapse in a heap somewhere.
TTFN.

2 Comments:

Blogger LuvlyLittleSister said...

I have wondered about the hallucination thing for a while. PP (who rarely gets more than 4 hours sleep and often works around 70 hours a week)often sees dogs in our house. The last one he saw walked past him then sat and looked at him. Not sure if he's psychic or psychotic (or both!).

3:41 pm  
Blogger delcatto said...

4 hours!!
He shares that quality with Mrs Thatcher at the height of her evil powers.

5:07 pm  

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