Tuesday, 17 November 2009

Three & a half hours sleep

So it seems our dog can be a guard dog after all.
At about 12:30 this morning I was snapped awake by some ferocious barking coming from our blobby whippet. (He's a tad overweight... like dog like master I suppose).
It was one of those horrible moments when you're deep asleep and then you're slapped awake, as though someone had stuck an ice cube up your butt (and not in a good, sexual games, 'sod-it-I'll-try-anything-once' kind of way).
I was up and out of bed before I had fully opened my eyes, and grumbling to myself "what the fcuk..." as I bounded toward the stairs. It was only after I had got half way down, and saw the dog standing in the hallway having a right go at the front door that I realized I had no weapon as such, (apart from a case of middle-of-the-night-breath), and if there were someone attempting a break in I had no clue what I would have done. Soiled myself and wheezed on them probably.
Anyway, as it turns out, there was no one even close to the front door, and I think it was a combination of strong winds, squally rain and some debris blowing around outside that caused the dog to wake up and defend his territory. So I ushered him back to his bed, called him a good boy (because he was - that performance is one of the reasons we got him), and then staggered back up to the land of nod myself. Or so I thought.
While I lay there and let my heart slow to just a galloping horse pace, I thought "OK, back to sleep, work tomorrow"... but to no avail. It was another one of those times when your brain just can't switch off. Unfortunately (for her) My Better Half also could not get back to sleep, so we ended up chatting for a while about work and such, and complaining about not being able to sleep, and when I looked at the clock and saw it was 02:25 or something I thought "shit it, I have to get up in a minute".
I think that was the last coherent thought to pass through my brain, because next I remember waking up and creaking open my eyes to see the time reading 06:17... just before the alarm goes off.
So as you can imagine, I'm a little groggy and foggy headed this morning, with another day of documen-fcukin-tation to get through. *sigh*.

I hope your evening was a little less stressful. Have a good Tuesday everyone.

Update: Oh, I forgot to mention, I had a big session on Guitar Hero 5 last night. Favorite songs for playing include - Dire Straits "Sultans Of Swing", Bon Jovi "You Give Love A Bad Name" & T-Rex "20th Century Boy". Rock 'n' Roll.

8 comments:

russ said...

My evening was great. I defrosted the freezer.

greeny said...

My evening was equally as great.
I fixed my sump pump.

Miss Wills said...

I watched the film Copy Cat, was feeling sorry for myself as both my arms were aching from getting the flu jab and the swine flu jab :(

Colin said...

My evening was spent putting the rubbish out!

Simon said...

The WHOLE evening?! How much rubbish did you have!? Jebus...

Anonymous said...

2 large glasses of Shiraz in front of the log fire

Anonymous said...

Reminds me of this joke:

Old guy goes to the Doctors, Doctor asks "and how can I help you?"

Old guy says "Well, Doc, every morning without fail, I pass a stool at exactly 6.30am"

Doc replies "Well that's good, regular bowel movement is actually a very heathly practise. I don't see how it's a problem?"

Old guy exclaims "The problem is....I don't wake up until 7!"

Boom-boom!

Simon said...

Anon. eewww.... but funny