It’s 5:20 in the morning and I still haven’t gone to sleep. I’ve been in bed a good three hours, but I haven’t even got drowsy yet. It’s not the stresses and strains of life that are keeping me awake.
This morning, I didn’t get up particularly early. In fact, I was awake most of last night watching the results of the American Mid-term elections. Elections are my pornography. I don’t care what country they’re in or what office they’re for. I’m sure tomorrow, I won’t even know who Lisa Murkowski is, and I definitely won’t know who the new governor of Wisconsin is, but last night, I was scintillated.
The only time I slept in for work in 2010 was the morning after the UK general election results.
And in other good news, there’s going to be a bye-election in Donegal before the end of the month. Luckily, that count should be over and done with by tea-time.
Since the marathon, I’ve been making lots of excuses. “I did a marathon. I need to rest my body before I start exercising seriously again.” or “I’m in a financial crisis. Until I sort that out, I can’t possibly diet.” Basically, I’ve been crap.
I suspect part of what’s keeping me awake tonight (as well as sleeping in till this afternoon) was my late supper of bread and cheese. Bold Connor. Bold.
This insomnia would be ok, except I’ll have to be at work in DCU at 8:30. I have a very long gap in the middle of the day tomorrow, but I don’t finish till 9:00 p.m. Aargh! I may sneak home at lunch time for a snooze. So I don’t envisage a day of great productivity tomorrow.
Anyway, as I say, I’m being fairly crap. Project Connor can only fool itself for so long. I laid out a goal at the end of the summer. 18 stone by Christmas. I’m still going for it. But, if I don’t make that, I’m going to shut this whole thing down. No more blog. There’s my carrot. Or stick. Whichever.