pmsumner

Two things have happened, really. One is that the lady and I have planned out and stuck to some kind of meal plan for a week, and have now planned out a second week. Associated with this is a better shopping experience. This hopefully will become a regular thing and make our lives a bit easier.

Entangled in with this also is a new laid down cleaning routine. I should point out that we've never been _bad_ at cleaning. Things get done, things remain clean at least if not necessarily tidy. Frankly it annoys me and although I'm not a neat freak, I like things done right. With a new routine, hopefully we can get it right.

Secondly, we went to Manchester this weekend. Primarily to see Lou and Al, who we haven't seen in bloomin' ages. There were a few moments of confusion, after which we discovered that actually there is a second entrance to the Printworks that I didn't know about ;) In my defence, you can't see it from the pavement unless you walk right next to it!

As some of you may notice, it is currently ~2:45am. This is not a sane time to be up, by any standard. I have been to bed and given up on the concept of sleep for now. It's been a while, but I do sometimes feel that I need the occasional all-nighter to keep things ticking right. I'm sure my diurnal rhythm is a bit weird, I always seem to find my sleep drifting. I think ~26hr days would suit me right.

And to link to four above paragraphs, HOW do people develop a routine? I've tried for years to develop some kind of routine in my daily life, but I can't seem to manage it. Some work-days I get up at 6am feeling fine, others I get up at 8:40 feeling like someone's hit me over the head with a hammer (with a 20 minute commute to work, I can make it for 5 past). Every day is a little different, not just in sleep but in everything. I've tried laying out a plan (breaks, lunch) in my diary but I just can't stick to them. I get caught up in something, and only notice an hour after my "break" that it's well gone.

I am currently watching SNL on Channel 5 - first time I've had a chance to watch an American Football game for ages. Used to watch regularly but real life really does get in the way.

Last night was not a good night for sleeping. I went to bed at 2300, and come 0030 I gave up trying to sleep. It was warm, sticky and deeply unpleasant. I opened all the windows that I could but there was no air moving! I gave up and came downstairs, at least it's cool there. Went back upstairs at about 0230 and managed to sleep at last, but consequently am shattered, getting up at 0730 has just about killed me.

I think I need some coffee, but I'm trying to stay off the stuff.

I'm getting grumpy, because LiveJournal's up and down. How am I supposed to read my friends page in peace when I'm getting grumpy at it?

Tomorrow/Today I have an interview for a support/testing position in Chester. I mentioned it ages ago and had assumed it fell by the wayside, but no - I got a call on Friday last week asking if I could do an interview.

It's a small company who develop book-selling and inventory software. It's apparently very popular, and used all over the place.

I could deal with this job. It's in Chester, for a start. It's a very small company who are well established, it's a product with a limited (or perhaps restricted is a better word) user-base. The role would also encompass testing, which perhaps leave room for future maneouvre.

If this job happens, it would put Jane and I in a better position to look at buying something local, or even heading further south. The south thing would be good for OMTC, as the 60 mile round trip is wearing at best, especially when rehearsal is as much hard work as it was tonight. It really felt like some people were out to make life difficult for the directors. Whether they actually were or not I don't know but it absolutely felt that way.

Tonight I can't sleep. I am exhausted, but overtired! The next step is to make a small hot chocolate and go flump.

It's now 5am, and I'm still not tired. I *know* that 7am's going to roll around and I am going to want to collapse into a heap.

I'm catching up on Babylon 5 S2 now. This is much better all-round than S1, other than the title sequence :) I suspect it's partly down to the scene and character setting that was being done in S1.

Jekyll & Hyde - the musical - rehearsals have started. We've just got the librettos and it's vicious stuff! Fantastic but difficult as 'owt. Gonna go for Utterson, don't think Hyde's within my grasp - not in terms of the music as there's nothing spectacularly tricky for Hyde (as far as I can tell) but the acting calls for a lot and this is only my second show with this lot. Feels a bit cheeky going for a lead ;)

Jordans apologised for screwing up. Not anywhere near enough IMO but they at least apologised.

I got a letter from my current pension peeplies. With a breakdown of costs/benefits of transferring my pensions to the new employer's schemes. The dates on the sheets say "calculated - 30/9/2006" and "printed - 14/2/2007". How poor is that? Apparently they will provide actual factual personalised advice if I pay £400(!) in fees up front, or they take that out of my fund. Sod that. I knew I wanted to transfer it all anyhow.

I'm utterly exhausted, I napped from half-eight to ten, which I'm most annoyed about, there was loads of good telly on. I wanted to watch something on C5 about the twins, to see how bad it was, Black Books is being repeated on Paramount 2, there was something on the BBC I wanted to watch too (quite rare at the moment). So instead I'm watching Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy on BBC4 whilst running auctioneer on WoW. Intelligent telly, apparently.

It's simple. I got home at 6, went to bed at 6.15, and slept from half-past until 8.

That's my excuse anyhow.

If I find the assholes who have been setting off fireworks for the past hour right outside my window, I'm going to hurt them in ways that they truly won't enjoy.

I feel like shit, I'm exhausted, I'm grouchy, I'm grumpy, I've been very nearly asleep at least 4 times in the past hour. Every time I've been extremely rudely awoken by some selfish cu^H^Htwonk thinking that perhaps their own gratification ("ooo, look at the pretty sparkles!") counts for more than other people's peace and quiet.

(Oddly enough, I've been googling for lists of "I'm going to x until y" humourous threats and can't find any!)

You may get the idea that fireworks aren't my favourite things in the world.
Wonder why.

I just wanna sleep. It's not an unreasonable request.

I slept from 7 or 8pm last night through to 8:30am this morning. I don't remember most of yesterday afternoon, so I'm glad I didn't have any plans. Good to catch up :)

Tomorrow morning the car goes in to get sorted to pass the MOT test. Tomorrow afternoon I hopefully get the car taxed and go to work.

Nothing left planned until Saturday, when I go to see Oliver(!) at The Marches, co-produced and ably performed in by pipsytip.

I think my 24hr cycle is broken, it's more like 27hr. That would explain my body's desire to sleep odd hours every few weeks. It's almost like I can cope with a "normal" sleep pattern for a while then I need to have a bit of a bender and reset the clock by either pulling an all nighter, sleeping very little or sleeping loads.

Before Michelle and Ian arrived. I'd lumped everything into piles in each room it belonged to and I hadn't got round to the bedroom by the time they got here, so I just left a pile of stuff on the bed and forgot about it.

Roll around 3am, when I suddenly realised that I was tired, I couldn't be arsed to remove it all back to where it came from (the floor, mostly), so I just pulled out the sofabed, grabbed a duvet and pillows, and slept there instead. Lazy? Me? Possibly.

Today I'm going to try and finish the tidying then head off to the cinema at Runcorn and see any combination of The History Boys, The Last Kiss, The Devil Wears Prada or The Departed.