…I am old, at least as old as you are…

Here I am, proving a point previously made about me and relayed by me in a previous post (THE previous post in fact…). And here I am not making sense because I can’t do two things at once (that is, write a blog entry and listen to music. Oh Franz my dear, I’m afraid I must abandon you for the greater good… of my blog).

Every time I look at this one picture I burst out laughing. I just can’t help it. And it was made even funnier by the only comment I ever heard about it. Funny, oh so funny.

I can hear footsteps outside in the grass, in the yard below my window. I think it’s some sort of animal. Wouldn’t it be a shame if it was a robber, or a murderer come to kill me in my sleep and I wasn’t asleep? I’d  have to say, “Gosh sorry! Gimme a few minutes.” and then i’d try to go to sleep but I couldn’t because I’ve had too much coke zero (even though it’s aimed at men and the ads are banal and insult to anyone with a modicum of intelligence, not to mention the entire world’s population of FEMALES) and also because if there’s a murderer waiting in your room for you to go to sleep so they can kill you it would be hard to get to sleep I think. So then I’d have to apologise, and say “Could you maybe come back tomorrow night? I know I’ll be asleep then, it’s a school night.” and hopefully they could allay their bloodlust for another 24 hours. I wouldn’t like to be murdered while I was awake,  because i think it would hurt and I’d also be constantly thinking, “what happens when you die?” and wondering if there really is a heaven and hell and if so where I would be placed and if not then what? Just nothing? Dumbledore says that death is just the next great adventure, and I would really hope so because life isn’t much of one.

I think I’m tired and I try to grab hold of that sensation, of falling asleep, and it just slips right through my fingers and I am wide awake again. Wide awake but exhausted. I promise never to drink caffeine again before bedtime. No caffeine after lunch. But how will I remember? That slips through my fingers too, as do most words I intend on using only to lose them just before they step out of my mouth.

I have a terrible memory at the moment. I think it has something to do with how I’m feeling.

Anyway, I think I’ll at least try to go to sleep.