Current mood:	tired
Current music:	Roxette - I Was So Lucky

go to bed!
being rather tired, and not fully recovered from that bug, i went to bed at half six. i didn't go to sleep, and after half an hour got up to do nothing on the computer. i just sit here zombie-like, pretending that i might think of something to do, or get the energy to do one of the many real tasks i have. of course, as usual, none of this happened.

anyway, about ten minutes ago i sent myself back to bed. as i was about to lie down, i noticed the pretty moon through the window, and this reminded me of my first attempt at poetry... at which point this latest rubbish popped into mind, so i was up again.

i'm not sure it was worth it.. almost eleven months since the last one - fucking microbes! - it seems to be slightly sillier than previous attempts. i think this is the first time i've done the cheesy rhyming thing. oh well, enjoy, or something.

[oh that bit at the end is a reference to how i always see to just keep getting myself more food when i'm tired, no matter how full i am.. it seems to vaguely keep me awake... and it should have been "five more minutes" but i couldn't think of anything cheesy enough to rhyme with minutes. <=>]

go to bed! [16/10/2003]


oh, i'm too tired to drink that coffee.
when will this cloud slide off me?
you know this malaise could really get me down,
if only i weren't such a clown!

i'm sure i should be thinking deeply,
or even sleeping oh so sweetly..
but when your sleep clock starts to ring,
you just know you gotta do one more thing!

why am i up writing this rubbish?
is this a cure for sleep? oh, i wish!
in the morning you'll be feeling dead,
now you just can't seem to move to the bed.

how many times will you say "just five more"?
tomorrow you'll be quite the bore.
now maybe if you could get a cold or two,
well then you might have the flu!

now what a cunning wheeze that'd be,
there's noone to annoy but little old me.
you know you keep trying to get fed,
but really you should just GO TO BED!