Plan for the weekend? Sleep!

Once again I am so ridiculously tired that I can barely keep my eyes open. It took me ages to get to sleep last night and I’m not even sure why. OK, so it was bar night, but for once they weren’t even that loud. No, it wasn’t noise that was keeping me awake. I just was.
When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamed that I went back to my old junior school for some reason. Then one of the teachers asked me to take two girls up to another classroom and read to them. Except it turned out the classroom we were sent to was next door to the music room, in which someone was playing drums, so instead of reading “The Cat in the Hat” we ended up talking about all the things that had changed since I went to that school. During the course of the discussion the girls decided they were going to stay behind after school to show me around, which they duly did. While they were showing me round we bumped into my old year 3 teacher, who was apparantly still working there – except in real life I’m pretty sure she retired and then died while my brother was still at that school. Which wouldn’t surprise me – she was pretty old when I was there, and not in that “all teachers are old when you’re 7” type way either. This woman really was much older than the rest of the teachers.  Hmm, not really sure what brought that dream on.
Then when my alarm woke me up at 6:30 this morning I was convinced I was late for work… for my job in a sausage stuffing factory. Umm, what?? Once I’d managed to convince myself that this was not, in fact, the case I decided showering every single day is overrated and I’d rather spend an extra 15 minutes in bed then wash the important bits over the sink. An excellent decision I feel. Still tired though… 15 extra minutes in the morning just isn’t enough to make up for 2 hours of wakefulness the night before. And I didn’t even manage to get to bed til 10 past 11 so you work out how many hours of sleep I got. Aaah.

Oh well, off to work I go. For some reason I’m very glad this is Friday…

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The arrival of autumn

So Google says today is the first day of autumn. Personally I thought autumn had arrived weeks ago. I guess this just makes it official though. Oh, and apparantly today is one of only two occasions in the year when day and night are exactly the same length. It’s called Equinox apparantly. That means as of tomorrow here in Germany there’ll be more darkness than daylight. *sigh* It’s a good job autumn means pretty colours or it would have nothing going for it.

I’m tired. Very tired in fact. Dreaming about ghosts trying to kill you will do that to a girl. So will copying and pasting. Yup, that’s what I’ve been doing again today. Thankfully not all day though – I actually got to do two translations this morning. But from 2pm onwards I was back to the old copy, paste delete routine. It’s a good job I’ve only got ten more pages left to go or I’d end up with repetetive strain injury… just in time to go to head back to the island.
Yeah, that’s right. I’m off to the UK next Wednesday. A whirlwind visit involving flying via Dublin (complete with 9 hour stay at the airport), a day trip to Edinburgh, going out for a meal with the family in Newcastle, a visit to the doctors (because contraception is not free in Germany. Oh, and they want me to have a smear test. Aarghh!), then the return flight to Germany via Heathrow, but this time without a 9 hour wait in between. Phew! I shall explain more about the reasons for the trip some other time. Oh, and I also plan to have a bit of a rant about the German health system at some point (where is my health insurance card? Bastards!) But right now I have to go and get something to eat.

Sorry about the slightly confusing blog. A disturbed night and an afternoon of copy/paste have done odd things to my brain…

And thus begins another week.

Another Monday morning. Once again the weekend went by far too fast. Not really surprising considering it’s only two days, and yet it does surprise me. Every single time.

Alarm Clock 2
Photo: Alan Cleaver

It’s been another one of those fun mornings where I wanted to stay in bed for five more minutes only to end up with the alarm somehow switched off instead of just snoozing. I’m starting to think it switches itself off after a certain number of snoozes. It’s the only explanation that makes sense cos it’s actually pretty difficult to press the off button by mistake. Anyway, this time I was lucky. I woke up at 3 minutes to 7 instead of 25 past.

The first time the alarm went off it woke me up from a dream in which Jan and I were getting a lift home with 3 people who were actually ghosts. The alarm beeped just as the ghosts were about to crash the car in the same place that they had died. If Jan had been there to give me a hug I wouldn’t have needed to keep pressing snooze. As it was I was still too creeped out by the dream to risk getting out from under the quilt. Yes, I know I’m pathetic.

Oh, and something has bitten me on my leg. Something vicious it seems, judging by the size of the lump. And I didn’t even hear the squeeee. The bastards are getting sneaky…

Anyway, gotta go. I’m currently trying to eat breakfast and type at the same time and I have to leave for work in 5 minutes…

Serial killers invade my dreams

Last night I dreamt that I had some evidence about a suspected serial killer and had to go into witness protection until it was time for the court case. Obviously there were people who didn’t want me to give my evidence, so I spent most of the dream having to be moved around and given new fake identities. Very confusing. Every time there was a scary part (like when the suspect escaped from police custody and moved in across the road from me) I would wake up. I kept hoping that when I fell back asleep I would dream about something nice, but no. The serial killer dream just carried on right where it had left of. As I’m sure you can imagine, it wasn’t a very restful night. When my alarm woke me this morning I felt almost as tired as I was when I went to bed last night. I great start to the day… or not.

I’ve just realised it’s 8:05 and I still need to dry my hair and have breakfast! It seems I’m having a slow day. I blame the serial killer dreams!