Showing posts with label no fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label no fun. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Rant 361 26/12/12 Subject: Distractions

Rant number 361

Christmas was lovely, great food, my wife spoiled me rotten and I finally got to sit down and watch some films.

As of about a week ago however, I've been suffering from an ear infection - followed by a serious case of flu.

As such- I didn't really enjoy myself as much as I wanted. As well as expelling another phlegm to fill a bath tub and sneezing enough times to send the earth slightly off it's axis, I've also had trouble sleeping and a near constant head/ear ache.

Now it does seem this is subsiding now - but it makes you want to lie in bed/on the sofa snuggled up, rather than doing anything much else. Which is why I've exe somewhat distracted with this rant too.

It's not late - but I meant to do it earlier and felt so shitty I didn't.

As of Friday - the ear should be sorted so if I can shift the flu too - we will be in business!

In the meantime - if anyone has the need for a large quantity of phlegm - I'm your man...

Rant over.

Friday, 20 April 2012

Rant 111 20/4/12 Subject: Tiredness

Rant number 111

Its been a very long day (what with work, followed by travelling to in-laws, followed by running around the house (don't ask. No really don't) followed by food, followed by now ranting,)

As a result, I am knackered out, I really am - and its really annoying.

I swear when I was a kid, I used to have almost endless reserves of energy to expend at my whim. In my teens I could stay up until yay O'clock without batting an eyelid.

Now though half the time, I'm in bed by 11.30ish and asleep by midnight without fail - in order to start all over again the next morning.

I really want to squeeze every drop of awake time out of the weekends - but just cant stay away late. Its really kind of crap.

I always feel tired at the wrong times, and fully awake at the boring times - like in the middle of the day. Wheres the fun in that I ask you? No-where, thats where.

The whole thing really is most irksome.

Time for bed.

Rant over.