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Mar. 18th, 2002
There are two beds in our house. One of them is a single which Sin sleeps in. The other is a double which Raz and I share, despite having split up. It makes sense - we're still friends and nobody wants to sleep on the living room floor, so until I move out everything is more or less how it was before we broke up. Including the snoring.
Apparantly, I snore. However, for some reason, if you put a hand on my head then I stop. I don't understand this, nor do I understand how it was discovered - "Ah, a snoring person, I know what'll stop that, I'll place my hand on their head!" Uh, riiiight.
Raz, on the other hand, snores and snores and snores. Not in a regular pattern. Just a snore or two or three, then a pause then another snore, some more pausing and just as you start to doze off thinking that's it he starts again. It's so frustrating - it's like a door banging in the breeze. There's no rhythm to get used to - it's just this really annoying intermittent noise. If you get him to turn over then sometimes it will stop. Not last night. I think I usually avoid the issue by going to bed first - I'm asleep by the time he appears and starts making a racket.
Last night, somehow I stayed up until 1am by accident. I can't even remember what I was doing - I usually aim to be in bed at midnight. But it was 1am when I got into bed and about 1.20am when Raz got into bed and for some reason I hadn't dozed off yet. He did, though. Pretty much instantly. And to cut a dull tale a little shorter I'll skip to the point at 2.30am when I got completely pissed off with the situation, grabbed my pillows and a sleeping bag and slept on the sofa downstairs instead. Forgetting to switch off the alarm clock upstairs. Whoops.
So I set my mobile to wake me at 6.45, but was actually woken by Raz coming down to inform me the alarm upstairs was going at 6.30. That's four hours of sleep. That's not enough. I am tired. And the train was cancelled and I didn't get a seat it was easy to sleep in on the next train. And I'm tired. And did I mention I'm tired? And I ache cos that sofa isn't the best shape for sleeping on. And I'm tizzzzzzz
Apparantly, I snore. However, for some reason, if you put a hand on my head then I stop. I don't understand this, nor do I understand how it was discovered - "Ah, a snoring person, I know what'll stop that, I'll place my hand on their head!" Uh, riiiight.
Raz, on the other hand, snores and snores and snores. Not in a regular pattern. Just a snore or two or three, then a pause then another snore, some more pausing and just as you start to doze off thinking that's it he starts again. It's so frustrating - it's like a door banging in the breeze. There's no rhythm to get used to - it's just this really annoying intermittent noise. If you get him to turn over then sometimes it will stop. Not last night. I think I usually avoid the issue by going to bed first - I'm asleep by the time he appears and starts making a racket.
Last night, somehow I stayed up until 1am by accident. I can't even remember what I was doing - I usually aim to be in bed at midnight. But it was 1am when I got into bed and about 1.20am when Raz got into bed and for some reason I hadn't dozed off yet. He did, though. Pretty much instantly. And to cut a dull tale a little shorter I'll skip to the point at 2.30am when I got completely pissed off with the situation, grabbed my pillows and a sleeping bag and slept on the sofa downstairs instead. Forgetting to switch off the alarm clock upstairs. Whoops.
So I set my mobile to wake me at 6.45, but was actually woken by Raz coming down to inform me the alarm upstairs was going at 6.30. That's four hours of sleep. That's not enough. I am tired. And the train was cancelled and I didn't get a seat it was easy to sleep in on the next train. And I'm tired. And did I mention I'm tired? And I ache cos that sofa isn't the best shape for sleeping on. And I'm tizzzzzzz
Remind Me!
Mar. 18th, 2002 01:30 pmIf you see me online tonight remind me to put the form in my bag.
What form? The form I have to fax to America with credit card details on it if I want to keep my hawkida.com domain name. And I do. Quite a lot, actually. But I'm not the most organised individual around and I don't have a fax machine at home so if I don't bring it into work by the end of the week all my emails will start bouncing...
What form? The form I have to fax to America with credit card details on it if I want to keep my hawkida.com domain name. And I do. Quite a lot, actually. But I'm not the most organised individual around and I don't have a fax machine at home so if I don't bring it into work by the end of the week all my emails will start bouncing...
Looks like the house purchase is being held up by someone further up the chain. I THOUGHT it was all going a little too smoothly. I may now be looking at 2nd April for the completion - though it may be before that as the guy I'm buying off wants to get his kid into a school in the new area by 1st April and has to be resident there by then. It's just a waiting game for now.
And I made a dumb mistake at the train station. Instead of running onto the 5.36 I thought I'd buy some earphones to replace my current ones as the left one has gone crackly and almost given up. So I missed my train, only to find there were no earphones, only fuck-off-huge big headphones in Dixons at Waterloo. And then, of course, the train I had been waiting for was delayed... I should know this by now. I should know to take the first available train. I could have bought earphones at lunchtime tomorrow - and probably will if I have time after visiting Kinkos to get that fax sorted. I could have saved myself the frustration of staring at those damn departure boards for far too long... Oh well. I'll know better next time. Maybe.
And I made a dumb mistake at the train station. Instead of running onto the 5.36 I thought I'd buy some earphones to replace my current ones as the left one has gone crackly and almost given up. So I missed my train, only to find there were no earphones, only fuck-off-huge big headphones in Dixons at Waterloo. And then, of course, the train I had been waiting for was delayed... I should know this by now. I should know to take the first available train. I could have bought earphones at lunchtime tomorrow - and probably will if I have time after visiting Kinkos to get that fax sorted. I could have saved myself the frustration of staring at those damn departure boards for far too long... Oh well. I'll know better next time. Maybe.