Sleepy boy: not sleeping

I think I fell asleep at 5,30 this morning. The sun had started to rise. It's so bizarre falling asleep after the sun rises, like you're looking at things from the wrong side.

My dreaming was shattered, at 9,15, when the door bell rang. It was a work colleague of Dad's, come to pick him up to take him to a meeting in the middle-of-nowheresville NSW (although I didn't know this at the time). Thinking it was the Parcel Post Lady, I got up, put some pants on, and answered the door.

Me: G'day.
Work Guy: Hi Daniel, how are you?
Me: Ok. You after Dad?
Work Guy: Yep.
Me: He's not here.
Work Guy: Where is he?
Me: Gone to middle-of-nowheresville.
Work Guy: Oh, has he?
Me: Yep.
Work Guy: Oh. I've come to pick him up to take him there.
Me: Well then he's here then, isn't he?
Work Guy: His car's not here.
Me: Well then I guess he's not here.
Work Guy: Yeah, I figured that.
Me: He's probably gone to the shops.
Work Guy: Oh, ok I'll wait.

This little exchange may seem a little brusque, especially by my sociable standards, but the truth is that I was just so beside myself with exhaustion that I couldn't think. When I am this tired I have difficulty thinking in more than one mental jump at a time, and hence I tend to state the obvious, like saying "well he's not here then" when told that Dad's car wasn't in the yard.

I went back to bed when Dad arrived, 5 minutes later. I couldn't sleep. Now I was mad. I grabbed laptop and started reading friend's blogs. I went to leave a comment and found another amusing word verification. In my delirium, I read this as (and I shit you not): queer bonk. I giggled inanely for a full minute.

Shortly after this I visited another page, one that has made my entire morning. It was a mate's blog, Aussielicious, and he had posted, to my utter delight, a picture of the love of my life, Tom Welling. I have shamelessly pinched the image, but I hope that the link makes up for that :-)

So what now? It's now midday -- I can't go back to sleep -- so I'm going to have to go full circle and last the day without napping so that I can sleep properly tonight. Sigh.

I think I dreamt that Baker's Delight was out of my favourite mini foccacia supreme. What the hell is that about?

I just called the water board to tell them our metre is leaking. While on hold, the music made me think of little elephants, in pink tutus, dancing on tip-toes.

I really need sleep.