My Brain

No, I don't think my brain is like a bunch of empty chairs. Although, today, I think a case could be made.

I had one of those nights.

You know. Those nights. You go to bed, dog tired, ready for sleep and THAT'S when your brain switches on, because it's thrawn like that. It might be an idea, or it might be something to worry about, something that either can't be helped, makes no difference, or is simply not as big as it seems in the looming midnight dark.

Before you know it, it's 2am, you've been totally unsuccessful in not waking up your better half because she can sense you're awake even in her sleep. Time to go downstairs for some sleepy tea.

By 4am, if you're lucky, you might be able to nod off.

By 7am, it's time to wake up. You feel like your throat's been cut.

Yeah. One of those nights. So I stared at those empty seats in Dobbies Garden Centre and drank a bucket of coffee.

I am photozombie.




Alternate view...


http://pixelchristi.tumblr.com/post/102354618243/the-alternate-shot-from-todays-blipfoto-entry