Always seems to be the nights I don’t get any sleep where I get the important stuff done. And by ‘important stuff’ I mean finally unpacking properly (well, I did only move house two months ago; you’ve gotta give a guy some time), reorganising a bookcase (it turns out that I’ve actually read fewer than a third of all the books I own, which supports my theory that I’m just a spine fetishist) and watching Miller’s Crossing, a movie that I’ve watched many times but can never for the life of me remember the second half.
Anyway, doing something equally productive on here seemed rather fitting and as I recall my sleep-deprived posts have garnered some positive comments in the past. Though I suspect that from the snarky tone and the lack of any coast-based odyssey to speak of this is bound to disappoint.
So there are a billion (four) things I need to do today, none of which include doing the things I should have done months ago but have kept quiet about in the hope that no-one else remembers them.
I was good at this life thing once, I swear.
Actually, that was probably a dream I had once.
[Blimey, coffee doesn’t half make this difficult. How do you lot stand it?]