Oh yeah, two other things which might be getting on my goat are lack of sleep and some arsehole reversing every hour last night.

The reversing began at around 10.30. And it kept going… then stopped… and started again… and stopped… and started again…

BeeeBeeeBeeeBeeeBeeeBeeeBeee…Beee…BeeeBeeeBeee…Beee…

Silence…

Silence…

Nodding-off…

Beee…BeeeBEEEBEEEBEEEbeeeBeeeBeee…Beee…Beee…

Silence…

…etcetera

Sleep was affected by this. But it was also affected by my mindset and thrashing around internally over a bunch of stuff which won’t be discussed in this blog.

My sleep was also affected by next door neighbours having an argument this morning. Must have been about 6am when I heard a woman yelling on the street, an argument, a slam of a door, then as I began to drift off again, a heart-rending guttral screeching sound.

Very off-putting.

And since I was wide-frigging-awake, there wasn’t much else I could do but lie there wondering what to do next.

This question was answered by R who texted me asking if I’d like to ride to work with her.

Award for the biggest dipshit has to go to a mutual friends boyfriend who — after about 7 or 8 years with the friend K, an affair and a fucking obsession (read it twice, you’ll get it), has announced that he now wants to end the relationship in favour of taking lots of drugs and shagging anything with two legs and the right bodily orifices.

How old is he, was my first reaction.

R agreed.

He should have gotten that out of his system in his twenties for fucks sake.

Honestly, there’s no accounting for brain power, especially when we’re talking about the effects of hormones.

What a knucklehead.

Okay, thanks to this article, the treo might just be syncing properly…

I deleted all the windows sync settings from the treo, and have paired the computer and the treo once again.

If this works, I might just call it a night. It’s only been 4 hours. All right, 3 and a half at this point (I arrived here at about 6.30pm).

Well, it kind-of works. There’s still more contacts on the Palm than on the PC.

The addressbook seems to have synced properly though, so that’s nice.

Screw it. It’s after 10pm. I’m going home.

12 hours sleep does the world of good. At least, it does when you’re as exhausted as I was last night.

Not sure exactly where the exhaustion is coming from; I’m sleeping at night, but have been awfully stressed (and busy to be honest) over the last 4 weeks.

Yesterday’s 6am Bikram, followed by a Chiro session might have released stuff I wasn’t aware of. Net effect: I was totally exhausted when I got home last night.

I’ve been exhausted for a while though… it’s awfully strange.

One of the funny things about this exhaustion is that I had weird dreams last night. A young George Lazenby featured in one of them…. wasn’t expecting that! But the interesting thing is that when I was conversing, and interacting, I felt safe.

Odd.

I’ve been told in the past that personifications of male and female, of children are actually mirrors of ones-self and I often feel the same after I’ve interacted with children in my dreams. So if the aforementioned mirror-effect is true, these would be the “inner child“. This one was the inner “male”… potentially the father figure or even just that side of my personality which is concerned with male energies.

Or it could just be that I dreamed of George Lazenby the younger and I should leave it there rather than intellectualising.

Here’s to sleeping for long periods.

Here’s to not having one’s laptop right beside one while attempting to sleep, with the standby light glowing brighter and dimmer like a heartbeat, and the power point blazing away in orange and then green.

Better to put the whole thing on the other side of the room, or better still, in a bag.

Even better, is not to use said laptop for hours before going to sleep.