Tesco's At 3.30am

I wasn't at work tonight! Yaay! It feels like I've spent the last 6 weeks solidly at work, despite not being so, and tonight, I was at a loss at what to do. I had a plan of what to do, but it didn't really materialise.

Yesterday morning, I went to sleep at 10am with the alarm set for 3.30pm. 5 and a half hours, I'll be tired when I wake up but I WILL have the will power to haul myself out of bed to have a day of normal hours. I will!

I didn't. The alarm went off, on the dot, at 3.30pm, and there was me, rather warm and cosy in my bed, thinking another hour won't do me no harm. I stretched over and set the alarm for 4.30. Good. I went back to sleep and what felt like 2 minutes later, the ridiculously loud sound of the alarm went off again. I was as warm and cosy as I was at 3.30, so I leaned over again and set if for 6.30. Ok, I will definitely get up then!

I didn't. In fact, when the alarm went off for the 3rd time, I didn't bother setting it again and went back to sleep. What happened, was the complete opposite of what I wanted, and I woke up at 11pm. Wow. I have a long night ahead of me. Or maybe not. Because, for the first time this Winter, I had some live cricket to watch! Now, I don't have Sky, so the illegal ways of the internet helped me watch a fairly good streaming of the final day of the 2nd Ashes Test. Australia on 238-4, it would be a close finish and with the promise of rain, certainly a very interesting finale to a test match England had dominated. But it didn't turn out that way. We took the final 6 wickets in an hour and half and by 1.30am, it was done.

I was happy we had won, but not so happy I was left with another night of sod all. People drifted off to sleep, and by 3.30am, a whole 12 hours after I should of awoken, I decided to go to Tesco's.
It was.... freezing. I had stupidly decided to pull on any old clothes because I couldn't be bothered to look for warm stuff, thinking I was only going to be 10 minutes. Why I chose a t-shirt and jogging bottoms I will never know, but by the time I got back in to my house, I had icicles running from my own ears. Even the member of staff at Tesco's said I was, "brave".

I ended up getting about £8 worth of pure and utter junk. I was going to ask one of the staff members to direct me to the chilled drinks section, but he looked like a rapist, so I decided against it. Only wierd people work at this time of night! ... *Ahem*

Still, I walked out again, shivering, plastic bag full of crap in hand, and found that, after 10 minutes, the windscreen I had waited 20 minutes to defrost, had frozen over again. That's how cold it is out there. I clambered in, after answering a text from my fellow insomniac friend, and drove home, fog lights on, and here we are. Eating a load of crap.

Hmm, I don't feel tired but I am tempted to go to sleep, so I wake up at normal o'clock tomorrow and I may be able to feel the normalness of civilian life for the first time in ages. Oh yeah! That's what I was going to do. See if there are any football matches to go and see tomorrow! That'll decide what time I go to sleep!

Sorry, just talk amongst yourselves for a bit...

Errr, no. There isn't. Man United are playing, but seeing as I don't have Sky, as I mentioned earlier, watching them is impossible.

I have nothing else to say.

Bye x