It should be illegal to be this tired. I'm guessing there must be something wrong here - either a serious health issue or maybe it's just that time of the year. I'm guessing it could be a little of both.
I haven't had a decent break this year - it's been all work and no play all the way. It's very unlike me because I'm usually all play and more play. My bank manager seems to agree, being the second person (in as many weeks) to suggest I have my own reality show. Twenty more requests and I may consider thinking about it. That not grammatically correct? I don't give a shit. There are more important things to worry about then syntax.
Like Facebook. Ever since they tweaked the site and had everyone from yonder exclaim how wonderful it was, all it's become is one big YAWN. Seriously. Never been so bored on FB before in my life EVER (actually, the last 5 years is more like it). Boring. Just talking about it makes me want to ZzZzZz...
And then this evening, I put on the telly hoping to escape into something funny and interesting (like our usual Monday night comedy line-up) and what do I see? Horses. Yes, a show about HORSES! It's not the first time, I saw it last week and thought it was a practical joke. But no, tonight again with the HORSES. That's the kind of viewing that's usually reserved for 5pm on Sunday afternoons, just before one of those National Geographic specials on the mating rituals of gecko's versus lizards or something like that.
SABC is the WORST broadcaster in the ENTIRE universe and you can tell them I said so. They probably hire drunk gatte who play spin the bottle with our programming schedules. Whoever decided that Outsourced should be moved from Prime Time on Monday night to 06:30pm on Tuesday should be shot - execution style.
For some reason, I've been getting a lot of visitors over the past week who come here searching for "the end" or "the end is nigh". Yes I'm all apocalyptic sometimes because I cannot ignore the signs, but I find that very strange. Guess Greece and Oklahoma and all it's fellow occupied cities have people freaked out. No doubt about it (mainly due to the ever-increasing fuel price) the situation in Greece really bothers me. Probably more than global warming bothers me. But much less than a bad hair day bothers me. And significantly less than not being able to recall the name of the new posthumous Michael Jackson song that played on the radio two months ago bothers me. I'm almost positive the DJ said it's "who's loving you now" but alas it isn't or I can't find any record of it and I've been going bonkers over it ever since.
The neighbours are having a party tonight. Specifically those four guys next door, along with twelve other guys, so really it's like a guy's night in and therefore no invitation. But I did get a plate overflowing with lamb chops fresh off the grill. And it's well done, just how I like it. It's a good thing that it's just meat. I've been living la vida Gluten Free for the past month so that means NO bread, or bread products, or anything that looks like, smells like or even resembles wheat, yeast and any of it's derivatives. No bread since like forever... no wonder I'm so cranky.
I do need some sleep. A lot of sleep. Any sleep really. I feel mentally, emotionally and physically spent. I could do with a snooze on Iker's comfy bed. His duvet looks like a marshmallow. It calls my name. Ok, it doesn't really, lest someone be tempted to call the nutty police.
Spanish footballer Iker Casillas teases us with his snoozing skills.