SLEEP DEPRIVATION

["Tracey" <tracey@tbt.co.za>]

It is 18h36, Thursday 7 September 2000.  I have been awake since 05h30 on Tuesday 5 September 2000.  I have been at office since 07h30 today.  Everyone else has gone home.  I am scared to go home as am convinced that brain will switch off somewhere between office and home and I will wrap car around pole.  Pole will probably be okay, after some physiotherapy.  Not so little Korean car or self.

 

 

Or baby finches sleeping in box below my desk, who are blessedly quiet, having spent the entire day yelling their heads off for food.  Next time a smug mother tells me I "don't know what I'm missing" as I don't have children, I will ensure that she is added to my list of People To Phone At Three In The Morning Next Time I Am bottle-feeding a guinea pig / puppy / kitten or walking a colicky horse, or helping a rabbit give birth, or suffering from pre-Show / Exam insomnia.

 

 

The list is quite long at the moment.  Almost as long as my Idiot List. 

 

 

I have been off work since Friday.  I have caught up with everything, including vetting a four page expert affidavit involving the sale of wood, and why the nasty person on the other side is lying when he says that aforesaid wood was bad.  Is clear from expert affidavit that offending wood is, in fact, perfectly acceptable, and nasty other person on other side is a heinous villain, trying to defraud my sainted client.

 

 

I have also dealt with all 968 emails which awaited me upon my return.  Apart from the one by the girl asking me why Hormone Therapy is evil.  I know that this question has arisen as a result of some spurious comment I made on some obscure forum somewhere, but I can't for the life of me remember where, when or why, and am perforce obliged to retain aforesaid email in my inbox until the memory surfaces, whereupon I will dispatch usual concise, detailed, thought-provoking response.  Until then, I'll just avoid the issue altogether.

 

 

Why am I telling you this?  No idea, apart from to request any and everyone who might be reading it to offer suggestions as to how I can get some sleep. 

 

 

Note : reading a boring book DOES NOT WORK.  It irritates Mark as I wake him up to complain about how boring the book is, and to complain about the fact that the novelist is actually making money out of it, whilst the likes of self is, as yet, unpublished.  Apart from on the internet, which doesn't count, as I don't get paid for it.

 

 

Gotta stay off the coke.

 

 

Tracey