Of Nightmares And Men

As I sit here, my Internet Land compatriots, sipping my SleepyTime tea (with vanilla) and watching Doctor Who's Season 12 masterpiece "Genesis of the Daleks" (in which the fourth doctor starts the whole Time-War off by trying to avert the creation of the Daleks, upon order by the Time Lords) one would find it difficult to imagine that I was almost brought to the brink of death by a terrible illness not five days previously. That fact could, however, be due to the fact that I only had a bout of the flu which latest until half-way through Saturday. Still, I am rarely sick for such an extended period of time, and (man-flu being what it is) I felt that surely my world was coming to an end.

 It's...It's Labyrinth..."As The World Falls Down"...Jeeze...

Still, I'm better now, and my posting shall return to its usual hustle and bustle pace...Well...Tomorrow we shall return to my "hustle and bustle" pace. Today, I'm just going to do some kind of ADD throw-together thing. I'm not feeling particularly coherent at the moment. This could be for a number of reasons. It might be because my mind is bringing itself back up to speed, missing all of the action that it missed while I was sleeping myself to oblivion.

Wait...How'd I Get Here?

It might, however, be because I've been fairly over-stimulated in general today. I mean, it was my first day back at work since I was ill, and I finally have access to everything that I need to really really get into my job. I learned so many new things, and I've been learning more as the day went on. Plus I got my bookshelf on the weekend, and I've been reorganising that area of my house. Oh, and speaking of houses, I'm looking to move in with some friends. All of these things make me quite gleeful!

You Expected A GLEE! Joke, Didn't You?

I would say, however, that the reason I'm not particularly in the mood to be irreverent and such tonight (ala my usual blog posting style, you will no doubt recall - it hasn't been that long...Jeeze) is because I was visited by a quar(as Roo rightly pointed out)tet of night shaded mares whilst I tried to sleep. That's right, people and popplers, four nightmares last night. Three of which I'm willing to explain here (and one of which I can't go into for reasons of privacy, and other things - plus it's more traumatic than the others are entertaining!)

Nightmare the first was the least threatening of the triumverate of failures, on my psyche's account, to distress me into a cold sweat. It started off as your usual zombie fare, and quickly progressed into a L4D romp through the country-side. I managed to piss off a witch, and be chased by a tank the height of a three story building, until...suddenly (quite suddenly)...I was Ezio, and I was in Left Assassin's For Dead Creed. Then, just as quickly as that all happened, I was Sack-Ezio, and was playing Little Big Left Assassin's For Dead Creed Planet. Fail you, subconscious.

My Peril Was Still Too Adorable For Words

The second and third...um..."episodes"...whilst not quite so interesting, were slightly more worrisome in terms of subject matter. The first basically involved me being stuck in the middle of the ocean - a dark dark ocean - where I know that there is something beneath me...just waiting to strike. The second was the story of an axe-murderer who just kept killing me. He'd find me and kill me, then I'd wake up. I'd go somewhere else, do something different, try and avoid him. But he'd find me, and kill me. Every time. No matter what I did.

He was there.

There was no escape.

So anyway, that's pretty much the story of last night, and the reason why (perhaps) I seemed a little out of it if you spoke to me today. Over the course of writing this blog post I have attempted to watch many different shows - I ended up on Mythbusters. I've looked at a couple of houses, and have found one that I really like, and a couple of others that are quite nice too. Of course, there is one "holy-grail" of housing (as it were) but the odds of that happening are, alas, slim.

Cannot Brain - Have The Dumb

Still, we shall see.

The moral of this story is that writing my blog and watching Doctor Who at the same time is a bad idea. Seriously, don't try it. Pick one. And trust me, Doctor Who will always win if I pit the two against one another. Especially if it's one of my favourite Doctor's, too (1st, 2nd, and 11th - although 10 is really also quite good...) Still, there's nothing quite like watching Tori from Mythbusters tell Seth Rogan that he's just plain wrong.