It’s now Tuesday, the clock says 00:01. Since Saturday I’ve had 1.5 hours sleep - and that was this afternoon. As Spike Milligan’s grave says, I told you I was ill.

I visited a doctor today, I have sceptic tonsils, which means swallowing really hurts and you have to swallow a lot. It also means sleeping is damned hard as your body thinks it may just drown so keeps your head active. Or at least it is like that for me. My head won’t shut off and sleep packed it bags and moved out. It never waved goodbye and it took the toothpaste. Bastard.

The single item that has fended of insanity has been my iPod, listening to audio books passes the time that seems to stretch on forever, or at least longer than you suspect. Luckily right now I’m not short on audio books, I’ve just gone through Dean Koontz ‘Odd Thomas’, and started ‘Forever Odd’.

I’m slightly hopeful that I can get my head to shut down enough to allow some sleep tonight. If not, you may recieve more rambling posts, invitations to shared insanity.

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