Some people prefer cornflakes

I feel the need to blog. However, I am also feeling uninspired. In fact, I was almost tempted to blog about something real. There we were, within a mere few feet of eachother, reality and I, when I recalled that actually the bastard still hasn't apologised for that whole dull business that is my life. Needless to say I turned my head and, in what I hoped was a nonchalant, yet pointed fashion, passed him by on the other side of the street. I think it was at that point that I fell over. I'm not too sure really. I just recall pain, darkness, and somewhere, echoing around the hazy fringes of my perception, a peal of that old familiar mocking laughter.

I woke up many hours later to the sound of an alarm clock. Then another. And another. Some sadist had set them to go off one after the other. Who would do such a thing, I wondered, incredulously, as I drifted off again. The noise didn't stop. It was joined by a fourth and a fifth. And a sixth, trilling away. No, why are you doing this, I've done nothing wrong, I tried to think to myself above all the noise. This isn't fair! Well, I won't be beaten. You just watch me sleep.

Hmm? What? Three more alarms. And another three. That was it. Sleep was no longer an option. Right, who's doing this? Show yourselves! I cried, leaping out of bed. Come on! But wait. Those horrible green walls. That recalcitrant guitar. That dust covered philosophy book. Apparently, I was in my bedroom. But surely that couldn't be so, I reasoned, there was the tripping up, the blackout, the mocking laughter of reality - shouldn't I be in hospital? Or at least still flat out on the street, minus all my valuables (money, phone, dignity). What had happened? Steadily, the mists of sleep were clearing, or as much as they ever do. Oh, dear God! It couldn't be true. There hadn't been a blackout. I'd just lived through two consecutive days so depressingly similar as to be indistinguishable. NOOOOoooooooo!!!!! I bellowed. Not again! Pleeeeaaasssse?! For it was morning. Time for work.

Well, I suppose everyone has their morning rituals.