What on earth am I still doing up at 6:29am? At what point did I suddenly decide that it would make more sense to stay up than to go to bed tonight, and why, when that little thought popped into my head, wasn't there a more sensible part of my brain willing to step into the breach and gainsay it? Of course now, if I go to bed, I'll sleep too far into the day to make anything of it... My God. Welcome to my world.

Work with it, not against it. deal with it. As the Sun arrives sleep is easy.

It wouldn't be so damn bad if i didn't really need to be up in a few hours anyway. *cries like a big pitiful sweaty baby*

To be honest, I don't know what daylight is ... I stay up half the night eating ... such vampirish qualities, eh?

As it turned out, I went back to bed at about 8am, and just got up. And still managed to achieve everything (more or less) I set out to do by staying up. Which is either pitiful or great.

The funny thing flamingdog is that in my time you posted that last post at 8:03 am

God. The irony of it all.

Computer chairs have a nack of grabbing hold of your arse and not letting go :)

youve been sittin on netters again, jemm. thats why the chair kept squeezing and making grunting noises.

HAH!

Explains the smell, too

I'm not sure that I can work out your reasoning how jemm being sat on me would explain the smell......

Added weight. It's like squeezing a cow pat, and breaking it's shell.

I didn't realise Cow Pats lived inside shell's.

They do when it get's hot out.

Im sure netniv smells and tastes quite delicious :)

How sure?