I mean I just haven't STOPPED all day
WEST END FINAL for the tube home
Yeah I know but I don't drink any after six 'cos otherwise the caffeine-
Not so much the budget as HOW it is reported
Late and can't be arsed to
"Just large chips thanks"
Warmsoggy paper has sweated into the pastic bag.
mmmmmmrrrmrmrrrmmmmmmmPING! Tip out onto the plate
Fucken love salt I mean is there a reason
TV off standby and back for more ketchup
Then
sugar complexes
hittin the bloodstream
drowsy-boysy... starchy?
like sober-drunk
almost staggering
I mean potatoes can't make you drunk, not vodkastillery in the gut, right?
or is it a carbo...
barely make it to the sofa
And what was I...
Carbo-hydro...
Carbohydrate
But I was going to DO stuff
head-down-drooling and loll-television
so COMFY here
No can't I won't sleep later if I-
slurrrrrrr
carbo-can't concentrate
.
no sleep gotta... sleep
Was it
hydro cargenn...
.
.
leaden-lashes blotting the screen
surrender sweet rollingg fogggg...
of?
carbocoma... yeah.
.
aaaannnnndddd
.
.
(...)
AndUPand-Headgrogg-AndMustaBeen
SHIT WHAT an hour? two!?
(checkclock)
Oh.
Just fifteen minutes.
(slack taste in the mouth)
Weird.
You poor thing. Only went and missed a really good film on ITV4 last night, so I can understand your sadness and despair.
And, like you, I keep having recurring lightbulb-above-head situations regarding cheap Waitrose potatoes and homegrown voddy. I might give it a miss though. Don't want to turn yellow.
Posted by: Timbo | 22 March 2007 at 09:49
my only love...my yeast feast...my bread-a-tive....thats what works for me
Posted by: pocketpunk | 22 March 2007 at 10:00
It's amazing how 15 minutes drooldoze can hold an epic voyage, sometimes those naps are the worse and you emerge more bleary and beaten.....or at least I do. Hmm, you need to have a lovely proper meal cooked for you I think.
Posted by: isabelle | 22 March 2007 at 16:04
West End Final's always a bad start to the day's end, indeed...
Posted by: Aidan | 23 March 2007 at 02:41
Totally nailed it. In style. You pretty well know what you're getting yourself into with those sleeps, but there's no escaping them once you surrender to the couch.
Posted by: quick | 23 March 2007 at 03:35
Heavens... sounds like my week! Can anyone tell me why I have sat in hotel bars in the middle of the night on my own with the night watchman providing me with a steady and free supply of Belgian beer? Or why I have sat in bed also in the middle of the night, so tired as to be unable to sleep and feasting on weird indigenous foodstuffs?
Posted by: Ariel | 24 March 2007 at 13:51
No, afraid not, Ariel - but I must admit to struggling to see the downside.
Posted by: Aidan | 24 March 2007 at 23:30
Loved this post. Very male version of Bridget Jones. And I mean that as a compliment in case anyone was wondering.
JG
Posted by: JG | 26 March 2007 at 12:40
very good too true too easy to do... I agree, sounds like you need a little tlc
Posted by: Peach | 28 March 2007 at 10:48