Holiday Blogging: 2:47

It's been crazy so far, this holiday. It has upturned my lifestyle like prata upon the hands of a very violent prataman. My sleeping pattern, for one, is fucked. I find myself feeling sleepy at 5 am in the morning, and waking up at 3 the next afternoon. The numbers vary, but the the period remains the same. I really have no idea why I am able to stay up through the night.

So to find out, I've decided to keep track of what I do at 2:47 ante-meridien every morning. It is around this time that I realise I am most awake, ungodly hour as it is.

2:47, March 1 2008
Watching FRIENDS. Rachel just convinced Bonnie to shave her head. Hahahahahaha. If I had a girlfriend who shaved her head, I would break up with her. It's horribly superficial, but I really need hair on my women. Hair on appropriate areas, that is. I have soccer in 6 hours what the hell am I doing?

2:47, March 2 2008
Oh god _______! Oh god yes! YES! OH FUCK YES! OH GOD!!!!!! Aaaahhhhh.....

2:47, March 3 2008
Reading The Walls Of Eryx by H. P. Lovecraft. The reptilian people of Venus are mocking the protagonist for his greed, as he finds himself stuck within a maze with invisible walls. Shockingly awful situation to be in. Man I hope the guy finds respite somewhere. I would have been overwhelmed with despair.

2:47, March 4 2008
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......

2:47, March 5 2008
Playing Football Manager 2008. I just sold Mikael Silvestre to Newcastle. In my game, Newcastle are solid title challengers. Michael Owen and Alan Smith can really form a deadly strike partnership in the game - Alan Smith for the muscle and the aerial prowess, and Owen with the pace and football intelligence. In real life, however, they are less effective than evangelists at a Marilyn Manson concert.

2:47, March 6 2008
Watching last week's episode of Lost, entitled The Constant. Desmond's consciousness flashes between the past and present as he escapes the island. He is on the verge of losing himself to this chronological madness when he sees an image of his constant - the love of his life, Penelope. I wish I had my Constant. Her name, however, does not have to be Constance.

2:47, March 7 2008
Oh god _______! Oh god yes! YES! OH FUCK YES! OH GOD!!!!!! Aaaahhhhh.....