Wakey Wakey

Posted at 10:15 AM, Tuesday, September 6, 2005

Have you ever decided to give your body a bit of a break, you know, be nice to your body for once, only to realise later on that you made the mother of all mistakes?  Well that's exactly what happened to me last night...

Normally, I like to enjoy red wine in the evenings...it helps me to relax and unwind after a busy day at work doing nothing.  However, I never really did get the hang of unwinding, and so I have a tendency to continue unwinding until I'm nothing more than an unraveled heap on the floor.  Well, last night was going to be different.  I have a lot of work to attend to this week, and therefore I need to be sharp and fresh, so I decided that I would have just three glasses of wine before calling in an early night.  11pm, and here I was, drifting off into slumber land, just as planned.  I was relaxed, I felt good, and sleep came to me quickly.

Then that bitch called.

I rolled over and looked at the clock...3:20AM.  Dammit!  I prayed that this was going to be one of those short calls.  It's happened before...I get called, she annoys me for half an hour or so, and then I simply roll back and drift back off to sleep.  But I had a dark and ominous feeling that I wasn't going to escape so lightly this time.

Why does she do it?  I've never understood it, personally...does she not realise the time?  Maybe she's confused by the time difference?  Or perhaps she just thinks of me as her slave, someone to torture and tease as and when she likes?  Unfortunately for me, this Mistress only seems to get a sadistic kick out of torturing me out of my sleep, and this time was going to be no different.  On and on she went...my attempts at ending the call were all in vain as she kept on, relentlessly flushing inane thoughts through my mind.  I could picture the sick grin on her face as she sensed the mounting frustration and anger within me.

And just when I was thinking that the torture would never end, she delivered one last cruel twist with timed precision.  At 6:45AM, just fifteen minutes before the alarm clock was due to burst into life, Mistress Insomnia hung up on me and allowed me to catch a brief glimpse of sleep.

Next time, I'll continue to unwind in my regular fashion, safe in the knowledge that I'll be far too wasted to even bother answering any of her calls.