Mwahaha! This is another blog for me to post in as part of my plan to gradually conquer the whole of the Internet, and the World (because we all know that without the internet, the World couldn’t possibly survive…)! I’ll show you. I’ll show you alll…*ahem*
Anyway, I already have a blog here at WordPress, but it’s for my more creative side – posting bits of novels I’m working on, song lyrics, all that jazz – and after browsing around and reading a few other blogs here, I feel a need to vent some stuff myself. But writing about life as an uber-cool scenester who also just happens to be an uber-geek hardly fits in amongst the posts of sci-fi novels and haiku’s! So that’s what this blog will be for. Hence the name and the URL (I’m a geek, but I’m atypical of geeks, I feel anyway!).
Now I’m going to moan about how tired I am. I am tired. Very tired. This is because things seem to be ganging up on me at the moment, and denying me sleep! Last night, despite not leaving my house after I got in from work, I still didn’t go to bed until gone midnight. I got caught up in playing Diablo II online (something which has become a bit of an addiction of late!), then when I realised how late it was after completing Act I, I decided to go to bed. This was about half eleven’ish. But before I slept, I thought I’d have a little read, since my friend Jon has lent me a selection of books, and I really want to get through them. So I settled down with my copy of the Eisenhorn Omnibus for a light read. Two chapters and one hour later, I remember I’m supposed to be sleeping. So I put away the book, switch off the light, and lay down.
Then my brain decides it doesn’t want to sleep. I laid there in the darkness for another hour before sleep came. I was thinking all sorts of random things, from what I’m going to wear when I got out this Friday, to wondering how much Dean has done on our script, to where I want to go with my new Electro band.
So I woke up this morning with a nagging feeling I’ve forgotten most of the stuff I decided upon last night, and eyes that feel like they’re made of sand. And I’m being dragged to the pub this evening to discuss musical directions. I may fall asleep at the bar.
TTFN
Rooney
