Coffee Helps Me Sleep?

It’s not what you think.

I’m not one of those weird-arse people who fall asleep after drinking coffee. Nope. Nevertheless, I’m sitting up in bed at 1:30am, sipping a cup of coffee, and hoping it helps me get to sleep.

See, I have a cough/cold combo atm that’s caused me some pain. Sore throat, snot galore, the works. But because my lungs aren’t in fantastic shape at the best of times, it seems they have to chuck a hissy fit whenever some sickness affects them. Which means an asthma-y type airway constriction that apparently probably isn’t asthma. Nevertheless, it responds to an old-fashioned asthma ‘remedy’ (for God’s sake, people, do NOT try this at home and then sue me when you die!). Coffee. Apparently it relaxes airway muscles quite well. So I tried it, earlier, and lo and behold, it worked. And once the wakey-wakey effect wore off, I headed to bed. Only to discover (well DUH) that the constricted-airway-thing was back and I couldn’t sleep cause I couldn’t breathe properly.

There. Does that explain why I’m sitting in bed drinking a stimulant, hoping it’ll send me to sleep? If it doesn’t work, I may well be blogging about how my work fired me after I called in sick 3 days in a row, despite being well enough to blog…

And I Just Clicked

My mother always used to claim, in her more humorous moments, that she was Martian by birth. Strangely, I never did find that too hard to believe. She’s quirky, off-beat, and she has this weird finger that doesn’t match any of her others. Weird. And looking at photos of her as a kid – CRIPES did she have a huge head. Very Martian-esque.

(and once again, we test whether my mother reads my blog… if I come back, she doesn’t)

So anyway, that makes me half-Martian, half-German.

Logical, huh?

So I was looking at the searches that people do to find Nomesque Fiction, and one of them was ‘what is the chance of me seeing an alien’. I read this out to hubby, and he said, “Ha! Tell ’em you’re married to one!”

And it clicked.

This is why my marriage is so odd. Because men are from Mars, and women are from Venus… except I’m a half-Martian married to what’s probably a male Venutian.

Musical Monday – Cricketing Songs

I hate cricket.

Well, not hate it.

I give it lots of elbow room, and I expect the same. In other words, I’m happy to flick over and see the scores during ad breaks. Even watch a few minutes before finding more exciting ways to melt my brain into mush.

However…

It has given us some beaut songs.

Howzat! – Sherbert

Dreadlock Holiday – 10CC

And specially for those feeling nostalgic…

C’mon Aussie C’mon

*snicker*

Running Away to Join the Amish

… it’s the fond dream of an over-stressed IT person.

Or maybe this, my theme song for today:

😀

GAH

Sometimes having an active imagination isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Like now. I’m awake at a ridiculous hour of the night because some dumbarse critter was making too much noise in my bedroom, AND I have periodic period pains so nasty they’d make a nun swear.

Anyhow, at this time of the night, my brain is prone to short-circuits. Like – Elmo singing ‘City of Angels’. In full technicolour surround sound.

FFS.

Musical Monday: Stalker Songs

I thought I’d do something a little different today.

A tribute.

To the scariest sort of love song…

The Stalker Song.

Enjoy!

Or not.

Blondie – The Tide is High

Damn, this is scary! *shudder*

Blondie – One Way Or Another

What IS it with Debbie Harry? 😀

But I couldn’t deal with another dodgy clip, so I found the muppets version…

Police – Every Breath You Take

I love this song… except for the lyrics *shudder*

Naked Eyes – Always Something There To Remind Me

GAH – I actually find this one scariest, for some reason. Probably the guy singing. And the ‘it’s not MY fault’ attitude…

I Died, and All I Got Was This Lousy Level

I spent most of yesterday playing Munchkin. It’s a card game using custom cards which is… well… a bit like an old-fashioned RPG without having to remember stuff, write stuff down, or take anything seriously.

I played with Bogan Boy, Hubby, and a friend I made on the bus who decided to make the relationship more permanent when I told her about Killer Bunnies on our way to work.

I didn’t actually die, literally or in the game. But she did. Because she tried to kill me just because I was about to win, so I dragged her down with me, then escaped myself.

Ahhh… revenge… so sweet and hot!

Wahhhhhh…

I feel like crap.

Last night I dragged myself home, literally fell into bed, and went to sleep at 7pm or something. And I woke up this morning, 11 hours later, and I still feel like crap. GREAT. Way to go in getting important product release happening in a week and a half at work. Sigh.

Life sucks a little atm. On the bright side, it’s bound to get better eventually…

*droooool*

I just came across this by accident:

Writers’ Workshop with Bryce Courtenay

*sigh*

Oh, for the money and time to attend… *sniff*

Huh? What’s Weird About That?

I bleached and dyed my hair on Monday night. The same colour I’d had in for a couple of weeks, only with most of the brown regrowth no longer showing and the old faded colours on top of which it had been applied – purple and red – stripped completely out.

So I’m wandering off to work at some ungodly hour, and noticing that people seem more than usually inclined to stare. And one bloke hung out a car window as it went past, whooping. That was in Ipswich, need I say? Anyhow, I did notice a lot of prolonged stares. I got to work, and got in the lift.

Mirrored walls. Bright lights.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

My hair is neon.

Like, orange neon advertising in King’s Cross. That’s my hair colour.

I was planning on putting some red streaks through it, but this is so garishly, eye-bleedingly awesome that I can’t bring myself to mar it in any way.

Photos to come when I have:

a) Light
b) Time
c) Vaguely decent hairdo, as opposed to rat’s nest.