It's currently 1.36am here in my bed, where I sit pouring words onto my computer screen. It's one of those perfect rainy evenings tonight; the weather is 'calm' without even a breeze, it's warm and yet still feels fresh, and the only noise is the sound of raindrops falling gently. The sort of rain that is calming to listen to and even feels nice to be out in. The raindrops are large yet sparse, they feel warm and fall at a continuous speed that doesn't ever seem to get you wet. Perfect summer rain.. Even though it's not summer. Grant, my boyfriend, on the other hand, prefers the storm-like rain where you're likely to be flooded and have your roof blown off all at the same time. If there's a storm brewing he's sure to be outside waiting for it. In fact, he would tell you he prefers the rain to any other kind of weather. I definitely don't feel that strongly about rain, but tonight is a nice rainy night that I could easily sit outside in for many hours.
At nearly 2am now, I should really be sleeping like a baby and catching up on some much needed beauty sleep. But it's never that simple. When I was in my early teens I used to be a mega insomniac. My brain struggled to switch off anyway, and there was always something I would much rather be doing at 3am than sleeping. Sleep just seemed like a total waste and loss of time. I wouldn't force myself to stay up, my body just didn't want to sleep, ever. Of course I would sleep in the end, and on my weekends I would end up sleeping in until late afternoon to make up for my sleep loss. Nowadays I like my sleep. Sleep is freakin' awesome. I could do it all day. But my brain still struggles to switch off - recently more than ever.. I blame this house mess.
So here I am, 2am blogging 'n' stuff. Today was a bank holiday - that means absolutely nothing to me. But for most it's a day off work.. Lucky gits. Today I managed to trap my finger in our sliding bathroom door, and it instantly bruised and swelled double the size. How did this happen? Well, both bulbs in the landing and bathroom had blown, so there was zero lighting.. And to add to this, Doug had decided to run up the stairs along with me. So I was struggling to see and struggling to make sure I didn't step on Doug at the same time.. and it ended up somehow with finger trap-page and much pain.
Lesson: Change light bulbs when they blow so hazards are reduced.
Also sadly Todd wasn't feeling himself today... We think it's his teeth. He's actually booked in to have dental treatment next Tuesday - We've had it booked for a few weeks now but now I think we should have got it booked sooner. He hasn't really left his bed all day and he yelped when I did give him some food to eat. I hate it when he gets poorly, I become the over-paranoid, frantic, upset dog-owner. With lack of words, it's hard to tell how they really feel and they're just so small and helpless sometimes. Todd's also getting older now, he'll be 8 this year, which only adds more fuel to my paranoia.
All of these enlightening thoughts are what help to keep me awake at night. When I was younger I used to fall asleep listening to my iPod through earphones. It used to drive my mom crazy because she said I would strangle myself in my sleep. I think that's a little dramatic, but let's face it, not entirely impossible. But hey ho, I survived to tell the tale.. Maybe I should start that again though. The second thing I used to do was drink until I felt sleepy. By drink, I mean alcoholic drinks. Unfortunately I'm not that rich nowadays to use alcohol as medicine.. and let's be honest, this probably isn't the best solution. Either way, I need to get ontop of my insomnia issues, because this face ain't gonna stay young forever and my beauty sleep is vital for pro-longing this youthful face ;)