Bits and Bobs

My mind does funny ol' things when it's tired.

Lack of sleep makes me have frantic, constant, staccato thoughts that are just plain random and useless. Last night while I was taking a *relaxing* bath, all I could think about was conversations I'd had in the day, playing them back in my mind like some boring black and white rerun. At one point I think I even said out loud 'What are you doing! Why are you thinking about that?' It was like I was on some kind of brain speed pill. (which I definitely am not) The grasshopper in my brain works triple-time trying to confuse me and everyone around me with maximum effect.

The more tired I am, the more the repressed O.C.D. side of me tries to get out. I get home, and a sock lying by the couch drives me insane. The tiny layer of dust on the TV (developed from only last week when I deliriously dusted it last time I was tired) almost has me in convulsions. I want everything to be perfect! I will not relax until it's all in place! But most of the time I'm just too tired to do anything about it.

The point of me telling you this today is that my post will represent the resident grasshopper in my head - bits of random thoughts as they come to me.

*There is a baby mouse living in my house. And it's not a pet. I'm not actually a person that's afraid of mice, but we need to get rid of it before it starts breeding and we have a mini mouse colony. I also don't think it helps that just recently I have watched the movie 'Mouse Hunt'. I go to bed at night expecting it to be making itself a nice pesto pasta and find it napping on our fluffy white bread loaf. I don't think I need to worry though, because it doesn't seem to like me much. I haven't even seen it - it appears to Conrad at different times during the evening and shies away whenever I come into the room.

*Goji Berries may be the new super food, but they give you zits. Lots of them. It is true that they make you hyper and happy and fill you up all nice and yummily, but I have 3 zits on my face right now - more then I ever had during my whole period of adolescence. It's embarrassing.

*We are heading down to Southampton this weekend to visit Conrad's cousin and his lovely girlfriend (and also his aunt and uncle). I'm pretty excited - it's nice to have 'family' to go visit that are so close!

*Thanks to the brave souls who shared their opinion with me in the last comment section! I was listening to my mp3 player on the way to work and a song I have heard a million times kind of jumped out. I had no idea what it was about, I always sort of listened to the tune. This seems to echo my thoughts on the previous post. So I will leave you with these words; (And then I promise I'll shut up about it!)

Crime For Crime the big day has come and the bell is sounding i run my hands thru my hair one last time outside the prison walls the town is gathering the people are trading crime for crime everyone needs to see the prisoner they need to make it even easier by seeing me as a symbol and not a human being that way they can kill me and say it's not murder it's a metaphor we are killing off our own failure and starting clean i am standing at the gallows everyone turned my way and i hear a voice ask me if i've got any last words to say i am looking out over a field of familiar eyes somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries i say guilt and innocence are a matter of degree and what is justice to you might not be justice to me i went too far and i'm sorry i guess now i'm going home so let he amongst you cast the first stone nowadays we have all kinds of complicated machines so no one person ever has to have blood on their hands we have complex organizations and if everyone just does their job no one person ever has to understand you might be the wrong color you might just be too poor justice isn't something just anyone can afford you might not pull the trigger you might be out in the car and you might get a lethal injection 'cuz we take metaphors that far the big day has come and the bell is sounding i run my hands thru my hair one last time outside the prison walls the town is gathering the people are trading crime for crime the people are trading crime for crime people are still trading crime for crime (A. DiFranco)