Just 5 minutes...
.
It’s time to write something for the blog
But I’m tired
Doesn’t matter. It’s been 4 days since I last put anything up, and no one’s commented for a while. It’s time for a fresh post.
Can’t I just have a wee nap first?
Stop whinging, I’ve just had a coffee. I should be fine for an hour or so.
But the sleep was bloody awful last night, and the coffee has barely dragged me up to full consciousness.
It was an espresso. That ought to do the trick. Now shut up and let me think about something to write.
What do I usually write about?
Whatever’s obsessing me at the time.
Which is tiredness at the moment, right?
I don’t want to keep writing about feeling tired
Why not?
I’m always writing about feeling tired. I don’t want this blog to be renamed Ramblings of the Tired One.
Well how about if I have a wee nap first, just close my eyes for 5 minutes – 10 minutes max – and I’ll feel refreshed enough to write clearly.
Pah! Don’t think I can be fooled that easily. Every time I’ve fallen for that argument I end up feeling even worse.
I can feel a yawn coming on.
Absolutely not! I am not going to yawn.
It’s coming...
NO!
It’s here...
YaaaaaaaAAAWWWWWWNNNNNnnnnnn. Bollocks.
That felt good didn’t it?
For crying out loud, can’t I just get on with writing something?
I think I can feel another...
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I refuse to give in! I am absolutely determined to write something before the coffee wears... yaaaaaaaAAAWWWWWWNNNNNnnnnn... off!
I could close my eyes for just 5 minutes...
Look, all this yawning is just giving me writer’s block
Is it a big block?
What?
A big, soft block, like a large squidgy pillow with a fresh cotton pillowcase, lying on a springy mattress under a warm and cosy quilt...
mmmmMMMMmmmmm... cosy quilt...
Just 5 minutes...
Just 5 minutes...
...
.
It’s time to write something for the blog
But I’m tired
Doesn’t matter. It’s been 4 days since I last put anything up, and no one’s commented for a while. It’s time for a fresh post.
Can’t I just have a wee nap first?
Stop whinging, I’ve just had a coffee. I should be fine for an hour or so.
But the sleep was bloody awful last night, and the coffee has barely dragged me up to full consciousness.
It was an espresso. That ought to do the trick. Now shut up and let me think about something to write.
What do I usually write about?
Whatever’s obsessing me at the time.
Which is tiredness at the moment, right?
I don’t want to keep writing about feeling tired
Why not?
I’m always writing about feeling tired. I don’t want this blog to be renamed Ramblings of the Tired One.
Well how about if I have a wee nap first, just close my eyes for 5 minutes – 10 minutes max – and I’ll feel refreshed enough to write clearly.
Pah! Don’t think I can be fooled that easily. Every time I’ve fallen for that argument I end up feeling even worse.
I can feel a yawn coming on.
Absolutely not! I am not going to yawn.
It’s coming...
NO!
It’s here...
YaaaaaaaAAAWWWWWWNNNNNnnnnnn. Bollocks.
That felt good didn’t it?
For crying out loud, can’t I just get on with writing something?
I think I can feel another...
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I refuse to give in! I am absolutely determined to write something before the coffee wears... yaaaaaaaAAAWWWWWWNNNNNnnnnn... off!
I could close my eyes for just 5 minutes...
Look, all this yawning is just giving me writer’s block
Is it a big block?
What?
A big, soft block, like a large squidgy pillow with a fresh cotton pillowcase, lying on a springy mattress under a warm and cosy quilt...
mmmmMMMMmmmmm... cosy quilt...
Just 5 minutes...
Just 5 minutes...
...
.
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