I come to you after a frustrating night of broken sleep. My body basically only wanted to drift off for one hour at a time. I believe I managed five shifts of this bollocks in the end. It didn’t help that the heat is rather intense again. Honestly, the temperature has been bobbing up-and-down like my head at a gay orgy.
Now there’s an image for you!
I was supposed to get to sleep around midday, thanks to my upturned sleep pattern, but didn’t get my first one hour until around 7 pm. The neighbours were being rather vocal too, especially a flamboyant gentleman I shall diplomatically refer to as: “Obnoxious Camp Guy”. He lives in a maisonette around the corner, and I can usually hear him talking casually from my living room, which does not face in his direction at all. Maybe if your neighbours, who live tens of yards away, can still hear you commenting on what you’re watching on TV, maybe shut the fuck up, huh?
Oh and my video game console has started overheating again, so that should say something about the weather too. Goodness, how I long for the dignified quiet of autumn! This time of year brings me down very low indeed.
I’ve managed to put in a shopping order for today, so that should be turning-up in a few hours. It’s not a good idea to order frozen stuff at the moment, as apparently the supermarket delivery trucks just ain’t cooling that shit down. One of the drivers said her freezer compartment was basically just a fridge at this point.
I have ordered booze, but I’ll hold fire on another drinking session for a few days. I just need a damn break from that miserable routine! I’ve still got some left in the kitchen, so at least I’ll be stocked-up nicely for my next binge. Actually, last night’s irritating (I can’t figure out how better to describe it) sleep nearly pushed me off the wagon.
It doesn’t take much.
The disinterested pen pal who motivated me to start writing here again has messaged me, but I’m not racing to read and reply to whatever he has to say for himself. I suspect he has begun using predictive text in his emails, due to the overt formulaic nature of his responses, which really does depress me. I mean, honestly what is the point if you’re doing that?!
I just had a very miserable run on the game Downwell. It seemed all the hostiles were working together and I wasn’t getting the power-ups I wanted. I try to add “Knife and Fork” to my arsenal as soon as possible, but it just keeps not being offered to me. I also keep getting runs where I don’t get offered a store to buy stuff from, which proves you’re not guaranteed it in every level. Unless you have that power-up, of course.
Hmm, I don’t think “power-up” is the right term, but hey-ho.
I’ve just had some toast therapy and am about to crack on with Fist of Fury. You know, once my damn PS5 has cooled down enough.
I hope this post finds you less frustrated… well… everything.
Do stay in touch, darlings.
Toodles!
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