Wakey-wakey, eggs and achey!

While I believe I have shrugged off the weekend’s hangover 100%, I am feeling somewhat off this morning*. I believe this to be due to my body not being used to a solid 8 hour sleep without the aid of alcohol. Sad, isn’t it?! I can’t define it exactly, just that I’m a little achey and uneasy on my feet. Oh I’m sure I’ll improve by the afternoon**.

*afternoon

**evening

The tenant downstairs’ dog has been upsetting my next door neighbour, “Angry Game Boy”, with its barking, so sometimes the building, and my nerves, shake with the latter’s vitriolic pounding on the floor. To be fair, it does actually seem to work. I do wonder whether the downstairs tenant works nights, as he does seem to come and go at strange hours. That’s actually quite common for folk living around here, but it’s still unnerving when you hear him slamming doors at 3 am when you’re trying to snuggle down to Patrick Stewart’s autobiography on audiobook.

Are you proud that I managed to get through a paragraph filled with phrases such as “pounding”, “come and go”, and “slamming”, without resorting to crude jokes? Me too, darlings. And I’m glad that I’m mature enough not to feel the need point it out in any way shape or form.

Hmmm.

Anyway, I started watching Battleship Potemkin last night, although I had to look away during that early scene where the sailors examine the gross meat they’re made to consume. I’m very squeamish. Like everyone else who watches this film, I’m basically just twiddling my thumbs waiting for the Odessa steps sequence. I may give up and watch that Rasputin TV movie instead. I think a bit of The Rickman may improve my cosmic aura.

I had the second portion of that kimchi last night. Golly, was it sour! A Chinese takeaway near me (you know, as opposed to far from me) does a kimchi, and it’s just as intense, so I think I’ve gotten the recipe sort of right. Their version is served cold though, although it’s really nice heated up. I’ve now defrosted the leftovers of that chilli con carne I made a few weeks ago, which I think I’ll have with couscous. Couscous goes well with chilli, FYI. Give it a go.

Due to my rundown vibe this morn… aft… today, I’ve been listening to some of that Kinderen voor Kinderen. They really do help cheer me up during low mood attacks. Sometimes a song will make me laugh out loud, not out of disrespect, but because the song is just so damn cute. Often, the cuteness will come from how seriously the young singer is taking their job. That’s the amazing thing about KvK, nobody’s slacking off because it’s some “dumb kids thing”. The songwriting, musicianship, producing, and performing, are all so full of thought, effort, and passion. Then again, volunteers usually do put in that little extra effort. Well, I assume they’re all volunteering. It is a nonprofit thing, after all.

Answers on a postcard.

Speaking of musicianship, I haven’t been playing guitar much since last week. I’m certainly no drunk performer, so that should explains it. Maybe if I was Slash, apparently a very high-functioning boozer back in the day, I’d be fine. But no, after one drink, I can barely form a G chord.

Pathetic.

This is why I should never be in a band. I’d just be asleep on stage half the time.

Oh, it’s Thursday, isn’t it?! I should probably take my rubbish down to the wheelie bins. I didn’t hear the bin men come this morning, but I think I was in REM sleep as they were doing their rounds.

Everybody sleeps.

Sometimes.

I’m wondering whether going on the exercise bike is such a good idea today. Perhaps some toast therapy first will bolster my energy levels. I’m quite enjoying this loaf of posh wholemeal bread I bought. I may have to get it again. I’m not sure why I’m off white. Off. White. Not “off-white”. I’m sure it’s connected to my cyclothymia blah blah blah.

See?! Weird-turning-foul mood.

What to do. What to do.

I had been working my way through the Modern Family boxset, but last night switched over to Family Guy. Now I feel like switching again. I might dust off King of the Hill. I heard somebody do a Dale Gribble impression on a podcast last night, and I was all like “Oh yeah, that exists! Maybe I should watch that!”. I’m very easily influenced. I’ll try on episode and see how I feel.

This post is going on way longer than I’d planned. I think I’m whittering so that I don’t have to deal with… you know… life.

Sigh. Trust me, spellcheck, “whittering” is a word. Maybe not in your lexicon, but I sure have heard it a lot throughout my life. Usually said at me. Well, shouted at me.

Yeah, so I’m gonna go and… erm… do stuff. Maybe get some Alan Rickman working for me.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!