Frogshake

Already, the idea to become a blogger turns out to be less than great. I wasn’t expecting a turn for the worse that fast…after all, I just got started with this whole blogging business.

After a more or less relaxed evening of desperately trying to find the right balance between nice-to-look-at and I-don’t-necessarily-want-to-scratch- my-eyes-out I settled on the skin/color combination you are admiring right now. Having done my good deed to mankind for the day, I threw myself on the sofa and enjoyed James Bond playing with his Octopussy. I went to bed at 2:30AM.

3:23AM (approximately): I was still wide awake, questioning my decision to go for the expensive hair conditioner the other day, and debating whether to turn on the TV or not.

3:36AM: The TV still off and content with my purchase of a 15€ hair conditioner but still not asleep I decided to get up and have a glass of water. Here’s the thing: if you are desperately trying to fall asleep gulping down a big glass of semi-cold, fresh, sparkling water is not quite the best idea. All those little bubbles march down your throat, tickling, fox-trotting their way to your belly and then rush up and explode into your brain, leaving you not only even more awake than you had been before, but also slightly dizzy.

3:46AM: Loo.

Around 4AM I finally fell asleep having a weird dream about frogs (this can’t be good) and a bullfrog called Jeremiah, which probably is even worse…

I hate not being able to sleep as that is exactly the time you start asking yourself all those questions (is Mitt Romney’s hair real?) to which nobody knows the answer anyway (do plants have feelings?) and in the end you end up dreaming something really weird (for which I blame this blog) . . . I guess next time I’ll try to avoid hurling myself into a void of unanswerable questions and just get hammered until I pass out (avoiding dreaming in the process). At the very least the aftereffects will not be as horrible as the dreams you have if you don’t go for the liquor cabinet.

Jeremiah was a bull frog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine…