Too Many Books

Too much reading, but I did find time to write this morning...

Morning
It’s morning. Again! Five a.m., don’t need to look at the time. Yup, five bloody a.m.. Could set an alarm by it. Don’t need an alarm. It’s like a little man in my head. With a bell. Ding ding, wakey wakey, five a.m., wakey wakey, ding ding. They’re lying there fast asleep. Bastard! I should be fast asleep. Oh no! Here we go. The ten minute snorefest. Can’t stand the noise. Want to hit them. Wake them up. STOP SNORING! But I don’t. Love them too much? No, not love. What feck is love anyway? Baffling? Incomprehensible? Mysterious? Mystifying? Unaccountable? Unfathomable? Indefinable? Inconsequential? I want to know what love is. Who the feck sang that? We could have sex. No, that’s a non-starter. Why don’t we? What happened there? Best avoid that topic. Five bloody a.m.. Lying here with thoughts. It would help if they were useful thoughts. But no, just random stuff. Baffling. Incomprehensible. Mysterious. Mystifying. Unaccountable. Unfathomable. Indefinable. Inconsequential. Too early for breakfast. Hoovering would just annoy everybody. Coffee? Nope! Grinding the beans would wake people. Just lie here awake with these thoughts. Be warned gods. When it’s my time you guys are going to get a right earful. Hmm, that assumes there is an after. I WANT TO BE ASLEEP! Don’t want to be awake at five fucking a.m. every day. Don’t want the stupid, baffling, incomprehensible, mysterious, mystifying, unaccountable, unfathomable, indefinable, inconsequential bloody questions either. Why me? Why not annoy someone else? It’s not fair! Tried everything. Nothing works. Alcohol definitely doesn’t. Still wake at five bloody a.m.. But then with a feckin hangover.

Author’s Note
Don’t go thinking that this is autobiographical, or personal experience, or anything like that – it isn’t! This is just the sort of random, stupid, baffling, incomprehensible, mysterious, mystifying, unaccountable, unfathomable, indefinable, inconsequential bloody stuff that rattles around ma heid in the wee small hours.