Need sleep...

...or "Damn this club-lag!"

Not much to report. Got back to the gym. Lifted weight. Ouch. Why, oh why, oh why do I have to buy into this whole body-fascism thing? Wouldn't it be easier just to say "I'm old. It's my time to just let it GO!"?

Actually managed to practice guitar for almost an hour for the first time in over a week. Not good. Not good at all.

Went to bed fairly early. Couldn't sleep. Kept waking up. Club lag, I bet, bolstered by overcompensating with the ol' coffee during working hours.

Not good... again...

Doorbell rang at some god-awful hour of the morning... THE POSTMAN! Special delivery! Whaaaaa? He never arrives before 10am! What "special delivery"? Bizarrely turns out to be a piece of sculture, addressed to us, but with no real explanation. The compliments slip just reads "thank you".

Eh?

Some kind of good-will guesture? Wrong address? Gift from anonymous benefactor?

Who can say!?!?

No, we're not going to just keep it. Tim's going to phone the gallery and find out what's going on! All I care about is that it cut last night's sleepy-time by an hour and I was NOT HAPPY THIS MORNING! Grrr...