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Friday, 12 March 2004


Topic: Casino Avenue

I can't keep my eyes open. Literally, I find myself practically in a foetal position on Pink Nasty, blogging from a laptop leaned against one raised knee, as my nostrils beocome dry and parched, my breathing grows irregular, and somewhat rasping, and my eyes don't so much close as blink rapidly light beatingly sideways - flashing their new invisible alligator lids, for periods of around twenty ... um ... winks.
My chin sinks into my chest like an eighty year old, and jerks up alarmingly as if I were still sixteen, and this were still the first hot minute of the first slow dry faint of my life, still trapped in the sunny spot on that first ten hour bus journey home from a bone shatteringly lively hippy nudey festival.
I'd arrived home from the cinema in a snowed over black cab at midnight, cold, romantically blustery, dark, with a cosy eiderdown awaiting me. So I've no idea what possessed me to stay up till three, then get up at five to go to work early.

In fact the utter redundancy of turning up at my Friday office to work at that ungodly, criminal hour was emphasised when I ran into an ex-client on the way in. She cast a shadowed bruised looking lid over me and said: 'I have personal issues at the moment. That's why I'm here early today, and why I've been staying so late. I'd rather be here than home right now. So what's your problem?'

It's a little embarrassing to just say 'procrastination' faced with a dramatic intro like that.

Every time I listen to my self breathe, or watch my chest rising and falling, I'm hypnotised again, and halfway there, into another realm where I don't have the slightest hope of control over things like lifting my neck, co-ordinating my fingers to type in sequence, plain old looking forward. Eyes closing ... blink. Blink blink.

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Updated: Friday, 12 March 2004 6:03 PM GMT
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Saturday, 13 March 2004 - 2:27 AM GMT

Name: Nursie
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Sleep is good. I can now sleep through snoring dogs, scratching cats, a ringing phone, Survivor, American Idol, Time magazine, and the odd dream about Winona Ryder. Go me.

Saturday, 13 March 2004 - 7:46 AM GMT

Name: Claire Flynn Boyle
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I can't stay awake through Creed or Dido albums, sadly...

Or economics reports...


Monday, 15 March 2004 - 9:04 PM GMT

Name: Rose
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Hope you met the deadline.

Monday, 15 March 2004 - 11:37 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Workin' on it! It's not over till the fat lady sings (around 8.30am tomorrow)....

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