I’m currently in the boudoir with the complex chorus of Peter Andre’s ‘Insania’ going through my head. As a genius early morning twist on this, I have substituted the word ‘Insania’ for insomnia. Repeat ad infinitum…
I have been awake for almost two hours now listening to the London rain, trying to
clear my mind of the junk that is irritating it, and failing. At times like these I wish I had an off
switch. I could simply twist my earlobe
and drift into the most satisfying sleep known to womankind.
Given that I lack such a switch I have a feeling that the
day ahead is going to be a long one. Instead
of waking refreshed and glowing in a Doris Day kind of way, instinct tells me I
will rise looking more like the somnambulist in The Cabinet of Dr Caligari
(recently revisited thanks to your good self).
I do think someone should have told him that wearing that
much eye make-up is never a flattering look when you’re exhausted.
Right, I’ve three hours until my day is due to begin… See you on the other side.
Frankie
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