Thoughts Of A Confused Panda

I'll get to that.

So, my 2nd of 2 nights and I have to admit it hasn't been so bad. I've had people to talk to, things to do, (sort of), and seeing as it's now 05:09, I suppose it's gone fairly quickly even if there have been a few revelations from a few people.

I blogged last time out about making noise when normal people are asleep and I have pretty much spent all night doing the same, despite my best efforts of getting everything I needed before the Senior Mittens went to sleep, but it didn't turn out that way. I ended up going to McDonalds, (yes... again...), and then for a bit of a midnight drive after that which turned out to be more invigorating than I had first imagined.

Other than that, I have spent all night sat on here talking to people, mainly Beddoe as he is pulling an all-nighter that has no reasoning behind it at all. I know how he feels.

And it is him that this blog is about this evening. No, I'm not about to give you the life story of the angriest person I know or the list of all the times his Facebook account gets hacked into, because we would literally be here until the Olympic Games has it's opening ceremony in London..

No, not all of that, but instead the contents of his thoughts, which I have bought from his brain at the price of a bottle of vodka and a shot of Apple Sourz, about a situation at which he finds himself stuck in the middle of. Bless poor Beddoe, is not used to the attention of the opposite gender and despite him being brave enough to admit to her of his feelings, more than I could ever do, he feels he has been somewhat left in the dark.

So much so, that at the moment he has gone beserk and started quoting Bon Jovi songs at me...

No, I will be serious. He feels that this mystery girl, who sometimes reads this blog, sometimes doesn't, although I will do my best to point her in the right direction, hasn't told him everything. Exactly what she thinks. Exactly what she feels, and he feels he deserves the explanation that will shape his life for years to come. Oh dear, what have I become!

Not years to come, that makes it sound like marriage and if that happens, then I will have to get my best man speech ready and I fear it won't be funny.

So, if you are reading this, note that it was my idea to let you know of his thoughts. Just a sidenote, why they use birds as codewords I don't know, but it won't be long before they're announcing their albatross and the birth of their sparrow..

I hope I have just done you a favour Mr B. And Mrs. B! (hello!), but if I've just ruined your life for all eternity, I may buy you both a drink. Possibly. Maybe.

But now, seeing as it's 5:36, (that time went fast!), I might go to sleep in a bit so I can have a bit of a normal evening tomorrow before the incredibly long week begins. Made even longer by the fact I will have to work the hour of 1am-2am TWICE on Saturday as the clocks go back. Watching the clock say 1am, and then an hour later say, 1am - will be the most depressing thing on Earth. 1 hour's sleep more for most people, but for me, 1 hour's more work! Great! Not.

Good luck Mr. B!

Cya x