It's Christmas Eve, that day that you want to just finish so that you can tuck into some presents, err, I mean family atmosphere, giving spirit and love *cough*.
I don't know about you but I always struggle to sleep Christmas Eve, and I can pretty much predict how tonight is going to go:
22:00 Christmas tomorrow! Presents tomorrow!
22:30 I should probably get to sleep now...
23:00 Any time now...
23:30 Any time now...
00:00 THIS ISN'T WORKING!!!
00:30 Still not working...
01:00 I feel something, maybe it’s sleep kicking in... No, I just farted.
01:30 This is all Santa’s fault, the big fat jolly scheming bastard.
02:00 I could totally knock myself out with that big plank of wood over there.
02:30 Worst. Idea. Ever.
03:00 Eurekah! Cough medicine makes you drowsy!
03:30 Uhhh... Suhuhbuhuple pah...
04:00 Coming down...
04:30 ...down...
05:00 ...and down some more...
05:30 Finally... Sleep...
06:00 CHRISTMAS!!!
06:01 Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents. Presents.
So my lovely readers, I hope you have a very merry Christmas Eve, and better luck than I do at sleeping!
I like the bit where you get hit with wood.
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