Thingy

I did wonder if I should quit a post number 100, especially given that The Other Blog is approaching post 2,000 at a frightening rate of knots. Then I wondered why I was wondering that. And then it dawned on me that I hadn't had any sleep for thirty hours, save an hour's half-hearted dribbling down my shirt front watching Newsnight. Then I wondered why it felt like my whole body was made up of cardboard boxes joined together with bits of hairy string. Sleep deprivation does strange things. The first thing that usually goes with me is the spatial awareness: I bump into things and my typing gets a bit pcueluar. Then I get delusions of grandeur and toy with the idea of getting a job that doesn't involve me wondering which door I walked through.

If I'm lucky I then get a phase of being angry that it's hooligans like Serge Gainsbourg and King Kong that get the pretty women.

Then it's time to get up for another days' adventures on public transport.