Sleep not important

My sleep patterns have entirely gone to shit. This morning I was lying in bed at 5.45am (maybe 6am, the luminous dial on my watch wasn’t working very well, I think the little jellyfish are tired) listening to the usual morning chorus of bin people smashing dinner plates, and produly thinking “Hah, I’ve outsmarted you! You can’t wake me up, I’m already awake!” before realising how ridiculous that was. A shame, really, I was quite pleased for a bit there.

I also woke up a couple more times during the night, I can’t remember exactly how many or when. I now feel… odd, and tired in a spacey “3am changing flights at Reykjavik Airport” way. My back hurts too.

Things I do not give a toss about this morning:

• hunting bans and protests, just fucking ban it and get it over with, though I am irritated that the CA wankers seem to be able to get away with almost anything (any smelly anti-war anarchists going anywhere near the Labour conference with a dead horse would have had the crap beaten out of them and been charged with possessing biological warfare devices)
• un-supersizing chocolate bars
• any sort of poll, apart maybe from this one and this one, which are likely to be bullshit anyway. Forget the bloody election polls. They’re only done to fill space and airtime.