Monday, 8 October 2012

Time Waits for No Man

I know it's been a huge while that I last posted. So a big sorry to all my adoring fans -- all one, or is it none of you? Anyway, you know who you're not.

These days, I've got no time for anything. Not even myself. There are so many things I would like to learn, create and explore, but feel that I am too hampered by the everyday struggles of work and stuff I should really be doing.

I feel like a French verb. I am not able to do anything but wave my arms in the air, because I am sandwiched between the negative 'n' warning sound and the French for not (pas). Je ne peux pas le faire!

It's almost funny that time waits for no man. I remember once having loads of time, but no money in which to enjoy my time. Now I have a bit of money (not a great deal), there's no time for fugg all!

You've either got it, or you haven't. When in fact, you're never ever likely to get sod all. LOL

This sleep thing can really get in the way, but without it I'm even more useless than ever. And you know how it is now, where once the 'box' took up most of your time it's now this interweb thingy.

So, these days I'm splitting my sleep -- 3hours in the late afternoon / early evening and 3-4 hours during the very late / wee hours of the morning.

I'm splitting my sleep mostly because I don't want to feel fatigued before I finally give up the ghost and doze off.

Maybe I'm kidding myself, but I really do feel fresher, while at the same time I know I'm perhaps cheating on time.

There’s this guy in Ireland who owns a horse stud farm, and gets a call from a friend.

"I know this leprechaun who wants to buy a horse, but he has a slight speech impediment, so listen carefully. I'm sending the little fellow over to you right now."

The leprechaun arrives, and the owner asks if he wants a male or female horse.

"A female horth," the leprechaun replies. So the owner shows him one. "Nith looking horth, can I see her mowt?" So the owner picks up the leprechaun and shows him the horse's mouth.

"Nith mowt. Can I see her eyesth?" So the owner picks up the leprechaun and shows the eyes. "OK, now what about the earsth?"

Now the owner is getting rather pissed, but he picks up the leprechaun again and shows the horse’s ears.

"OK, I'd like to see her twot." With that, the owner picks up the leprechaun and shoves his head right up the horse's twat, and then pulls him back out again.

Shaking his head, the leprechaun says, "Perhapth I should rephrase. I'd like to see her run!"