Thirty hours' sleep later...

So, yeah, I’m currently asleep during the day and waking up about four in the afternoon. The last time it got this bad was over Christmas, which made the winter shutdown even worse. Anyway, I managed to stay awake for twenty-four hours over Monday and Tuesday, which was impressive. I even managed to get out to my GP surgery to post my repeat prescription, which I think the sleep deprivation actually helped (my social anxiety has been getting worse the longer I’ve stayed in). Well, after I got home, I had a few beers to keep me awake a little longer and then… wait for it… I went to bed for the next thirty hours. As you can imagine, this has only made the sleep situation worse. Or just the same. Either way, it’s not helped. I got up for my shower at ten this evening. Sigh. So, what next? Well, I’ve got a grocery order coming in nine hours, so I’ll probably be still up for that. I need to go pick up my medication on Friday, so hopefully I’ll be back on track by then. I’m not sure. Maybe I should just ring the chemist and get them to delivery. I’ll have a think.

I best move on, as I realise talking about one’s broken sleep pattern isn’t the most interesting thing in the world. It does start to consume your whole existence after a while though. Alas! Being in bed for so long has left me quite weak, as I’m shaking uncontrollably at the moment. I’m hoping it’ll wear off soon. I had a sausage sandwich twelve hours ago, so maybe it’s an energy thing. I’m not sure.

As mentioned above, my ability to go outside has diminished a lot. It’s a psychological thing. I know we’ve been told to stay in recently but, if you’re prone to social anxiety anyway, then this has all just added to it. I’ve only been out twice in the past month, and that’s just been to take my refuse down to the wheelie bins. The pubs can’t open back up soon enough.

Oh, yeah, regarding my last post, I did get a little flirty with my old gaming buddy last week. It was, like, two in the morning and we both couldn’t sleep so were texting each other. He kept asking me if I was alright, which kinda felt like a “green light”, so I tried to make the conversation more intimate, but he wasn’t interested. I assumed that’d be the last I heard from him, but we have exchanged the odd message since. I think I might delete him from my contacts to discourage me from doing the same again. I don’t want to pester anyone.

I’ve still been playing some games on my PS4 since lettering my online subscription slide, but I’ve kept myself appearing offline. If I’ve wanted to watch a DVD, then I’ve used the new standalone player (so I’m not tempted by any notifications on the console). It’s been a good way of weening myself off. Actually, I did get drunk and pay for an extra month’s subscription one night when I was feeling lonesome, but I’ve not activated the auto-renewal. I’m such a fool.

I’m now onto Season 3 of The Office. The addition of the character Andy nearly broke me, as he was just too obnoxious. I know he’s supposed to be obnoxious, but he really was, and not in a fun way. I think the producers realised that too and sent him off to anger management. Based on the actor’s IMDb page, he does make a return. Fingers crossed, by then, they’ll have figured out the character’s issues. We shall see. I was really pleased to see Rashida Jones pop up as a regular. I wasn’t expecting that. She’s so great in Parks & Recreation, which is what I know her from the most. I hope her role in The Office doesn’t sour me to Ann Perkins. I supremely doubt it though.

I bought the third version of Oliver Stone’s Alexander on Prime Video the other day. This is the “Revisited” cut. The longest one. It was meant to keep me up while I was trying to nudge my sleep pattern along, but I started to struggle halfway through. It is one of the most unintentionally funny films you’ll ever watch, and apparently it doesn’t matter which version you watch. The comedy is buried deep, deep, deep down in the production. I think it will genuinely become a much loved “so bad it’s good” classic. The problems? Oh, just everything, from the casting to the direction to the cinematography to the writing to the music to the wigs to the awkward homoeroticism. Just everything. It’s amazing.

I’ve had, since the 1990s, a very old volume of Shakespeare’s historical plays. I found it in a second hand bookshop on the Isle of Man while the family and I were on holiday there. I remember the shop had just opened and the eccentric owner was trying to cope with sorting out all the books by himself. He said he was looking for an assistant, which was tempting, but I had a college course to go back to. And nowhere to stay in the Isle of Man, of course. Anyway, I’ve always wondered where the two missing volumes (the comedies and tragedies) were then, the other day, I found someone selling them on eBay. Amazing! I doubt they’re from the same set, but I just couldn’t say “no”, especially at the price of £30. These editions were published about a hundred and fifty years ago and are wonderfully illustrated. My copy of the historical plays is in a terrible state (the front and back hardcover boards have come off completely), but I still love it. If the two that turn up in the post are in even a slightly better condition than mine, then it’ll have been more than worth it. I can’t wait to take the reunion photo!

Righty, I best go back to my daily dose of The Office. The shaking hasn’t subsided yet, so typing this hasn’t been very easy.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!