Hmm. I actually can’t. My heart beats at 120bpm, not really normal is that. I think it’s probably the cup of monster strong coffee I had at about 4pm. Normally I drink tea at work. Plus I hadn’t eaten much (well anything at all that stayed down) between Sunday afternoon and Tuesday evening, owing to evil headaches. The light from the monitor burned my eyes when it first warmed up, but I’ve gotten used to it now. Dan’s fast asleep. He should be, after the 5 pints of Guinness/Brains Dark that he has this evening. He, Matt P and I enjoyed an evening of pubs, quiet yet excellent music, debating of philosophy, and playing pool. We spilt a pint of Brains on the floor of the Fountain Inn (Dan knocked it over with the butt of a snooker cue) but the landlord didn’t seem to mind, from the looks of it he was taking up the carpet, and then the flooring, anyway. How odd. I like the Fountain, we must go there more often.
Well, one stream-of-consciousness later, I’ve managed to extract a yawn out of meself, which must be a good sign, so I’m gonna attempt unconsciousness again.
edit: Now I’ve woken up at 8. I think it was all the alcohol-free becks I was drinking: it’s full of nitrogen or someshit. Any clues?