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Jesus Christ. It's 5:20am; what the Hell am I doing still awake? x.x
Truth of the matter? It's storming outside and I'm too freaked to sleep. You guys probably already know about the gale-force winds that have been battering Britain for the past few days. Coastal areas and the South West bore the brunt of it. Lucky me, living in a coastal resort town in the South West AND TERRIFIED OF STORMS YAY.
Sorry if I'm not coherent. I'm very tired. And my eyes are scarily bloodshot, hee. I CAN'T SLEEP. The wind outside is very loud and it comes in ferocious gusts that rattle the windows and seem to make the whole house creak with unease. The pressure makes doors click open and shut, and I can hear tarpaulins clattering and what sounds like occasional glass shattering. Mostly, I hear the trees, bent almost double, struggling to hold their own against the relentless assault of driven air. I feel like the house might fall down at any moment. I wish that Jei was here to take my mind from the storm, or at least for me to cling to in my irrational abstract terror.
There was a power-cut earlier. The power was out for about an hour. I was just noting my good fortune the previous day at being part of a household that escaped the clutches of the Somerset Blackout on The Night Of The Big Storm. Strangely, although there's no longer a formal Weather Warning over the SW, tonight's weather seems worse than ever.
So I couldn't sleep and instead I read Yann Martel's 'Life of Pi' in pretty much one sitting. Granted, I read the first 50-or-so odd pages this morning when the builder was here fixing a slate and some guttering back on our roof (ha. HA. Same time next week?). But the rest was in one sitting, trying to drown out the wind and the rain. Well, the wind, mostly. Heavy rain doesn't bother me, even if it keeps me awake. It's the sudden and unpredictable gusts of wind that unnerve me. I'm glad we haven't had thunder, or... I don't know what would happen. Loud wind when it seems to shake the very foundations of your home is a lot like thunder in some respects. Sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference and discern between the two. Anyway, Life of Pi. Good book. I recommend it.
I don't think I'm trying to be poetic or philosophical here. But I imagine that extreme tiredness is having the same effect as drunkenness on me, making my writing 'profound' only in that incoherent way akin to a drunken slur. I looooove yoooouuu, baybee... Can't sha shee whaddi meeeean?
Aha. A piece of news so direct that even my fuzzy head can't skew it into meaningless babble. I got a job. Yes. I'm employed again. This time around I'm an administrator for North Somerset Council PCT. I start on Thursday; same sort of pay as my last job, but MUCH closer. Yay for not spendingtwo hours getting home a quarter of my wages on trainfare.
And with that I bid you adieu. I think I see the faint lightening of the morning sky, heralding the dawn of a new day. Fuck. I so wanted to sleep, too.
Truth of the matter? It's storming outside and I'm too freaked to sleep. You guys probably already know about the gale-force winds that have been battering Britain for the past few days. Coastal areas and the South West bore the brunt of it. Lucky me, living in a coastal resort town in the South West AND TERRIFIED OF STORMS YAY.
Sorry if I'm not coherent. I'm very tired. And my eyes are scarily bloodshot, hee. I CAN'T SLEEP. The wind outside is very loud and it comes in ferocious gusts that rattle the windows and seem to make the whole house creak with unease. The pressure makes doors click open and shut, and I can hear tarpaulins clattering and what sounds like occasional glass shattering. Mostly, I hear the trees, bent almost double, struggling to hold their own against the relentless assault of driven air. I feel like the house might fall down at any moment. I wish that Jei was here to take my mind from the storm, or at least for me to cling to in my irrational abstract terror.
There was a power-cut earlier. The power was out for about an hour. I was just noting my good fortune the previous day at being part of a household that escaped the clutches of the Somerset Blackout on The Night Of The Big Storm. Strangely, although there's no longer a formal Weather Warning over the SW, tonight's weather seems worse than ever.
So I couldn't sleep and instead I read Yann Martel's 'Life of Pi' in pretty much one sitting. Granted, I read the first 50-or-so odd pages this morning when the builder was here fixing a slate and some guttering back on our roof (ha. HA. Same time next week?). But the rest was in one sitting, trying to drown out the wind and the rain. Well, the wind, mostly. Heavy rain doesn't bother me, even if it keeps me awake. It's the sudden and unpredictable gusts of wind that unnerve me. I'm glad we haven't had thunder, or... I don't know what would happen. Loud wind when it seems to shake the very foundations of your home is a lot like thunder in some respects. Sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference and discern between the two. Anyway, Life of Pi. Good book. I recommend it.
I don't think I'm trying to be poetic or philosophical here. But I imagine that extreme tiredness is having the same effect as drunkenness on me, making my writing 'profound' only in that incoherent way akin to a drunken slur. I looooove yoooouuu, baybee... Can't sha shee whaddi meeeean?
Aha. A piece of news so direct that even my fuzzy head can't skew it into meaningless babble. I got a job. Yes. I'm employed again. This time around I'm an administrator for North Somerset Council PCT. I start on Thursday; same sort of pay as my last job, but MUCH closer. Yay for not spending
And with that I bid you adieu. I think I see the faint lightening of the morning sky, heralding the dawn of a new day. Fuck. I so wanted to sleep, too.
