Sleep is a joke right now. Didn't get any last night either, just lay there in bed watching the dreams in the supra-exhausted way I used to in Germany. Only way I could convince myself to sleep with the ulcer playing up, but even that didn't work last night. First time in ages I can remember my dreams. Something involving all manner of giant robots on a super-sized aircraft or spacecraft or something, typical boy-meets-girl, boy-flirts-with-girl, giant-robot-blows-girl's-head-off-before-b
Stupid thing is, planning this entry over under-cooked chips and a burger in the restaurant here, it built itself. Layer upon layer of prose that stopped being stream of consciousness and started being pure genius, beautiful description that I will never remember before I have to click the damn post button. And it's gone, like one of those dreams.
So. Two nights without any actual sleep. I may be in the pub later. If you see me and I fall over on to the table, you know why.
