Haven’t been around for a while! (Due to family illnesses/life changes/job searching/being a short arse Brit taking each day as it comes – hope you don’t mind!).
This post… well, it wasn’t planned – but that’s why it’ll probably make you laugh. Nothing to do with poetry. Do you know what? I’m literally – yes, literally – in bed right now. I still have my slippers on, who does that? They need to come off or else my feet will turn into two fireballs (two small fireballs, too).
I’m doing the classic “I’m ill” post. Yeah, lame. I know. But I’m not even “ill ill”. I categorise “ill” and “ill ill”. When someone’s ill/sick, then it’s because they have common stuff – cough, cold, flu etc. But ill ill means you’re beyond ill.
I currently have a headcold. Yep. A cold inside a head. I never understood it before but it’s like having a big amount of GUNGE trapped inside your nasals. Yeah, not attractive. It’s a good job I’m not taking a selfie in this darkness as it’d probably be the sequel to the film Halloween. (Just in time for Halloween as well – in cinemas soon!!).
I had a conversation earlier with someone who does not take a drink upstairs to bed with them. I was just thinking “HOW CAN YOU NOT WANT A DRINK OR FAILING THAT, EVEN A SIP OF WATER AT NIGHT?”. We debated it. But I realised that I probably need a drink at night because when I wake up, I usually get a dry mouth from sleeping with my mouth open – (lovely) – or at least I assume this happens. I suppose I look like the shocked emoji but in sleep mode. (So nobody better put any peas in my mouth or else!)
Who else sleeps on TOP of their bed, too?
I don’t know about you but I sometimes like to. With a blanket on. Defeats the purpose really but then again, quirky one = me. But after a few mins of deciding that it’s going to be cold sleeping on top of my bed, I decide to clamber under the duvet.
Also. I sleep with two pillows but one of my friends sleeps with theee. Isn’t three a crowd? With two pillows my neck is comfortable but with three I’m sure it’d be stretching my neck out to giraffe lengths! Imagine the neck ache in the morning. On the plus side, you’re one pillow closer to sitting upright whilst you wake up.
Also, we all do one sit-up per day. We all don’t recognise this. But when we wake up, we do a complete sit up to get out of bed. That’s 365 sit ups a year. Without even knowing. (Although, now you know)
I’m rambling. As us Brits would say, “talking bollocks” or “talking a load of shit” but you know…Someone has to do it, I guess?
Hope this post makes you smile – even a quarter of a smile, or a smirk – I’ll take that. Or a laugh, Either is cool. But I hope it makes you think that their are quirky people in this world with their own traits – even if it’s sleeping or a commentary from their bed!
I’m now going to sleep off this cough. Oh by the way, had a coughing fit on the phone to my auntie earlier SO MUCH that I couldn’t even say “I’m having a coughing fit!” On the phone so put the phone down – she thought I was choking – called back to check if I was ok, I answered, I couldn’t answer in words so just coughed in hope that she’d understand that I had been talking so fast that my tongue had malfunctioned between laughing and talking to her that I literally could not stop coughing – yep, embarrassing and highly do not recommend it. I’ve been making sure that I’m talking slower since so that it doesn’t happen again!
Happens to us all.
Anyway, back to saying goodnight.
Again, this is not one of my normal posts – this is kinda like a note within a diary. Take it as you will.
Lots of love, (my fireball feet are now thanking me for allowing them air!)