A night in Henchy's watching Munster come up 2 points short of another glorious night. A few pints of Beamish and then bed. It strikes me...I seem to be talking a lot of bed in recent posts...What can I say? I love sleeping, and I should do more of it.
Or maybe I should post earlier in the evening, and focus more on whatever one focuses on in a blog (this being my first stab at detailing the minutiae of my life.). Feelings? Thoughts? Whatever is passing through my mind as I type? I'll get the hang of it soon, I guess. Right now, I'm wary of a Joycean streamofconsciousness babble through the inner workings of the smuckles grey cells...It would only result in a rant about sleep and the yearning for a warm body alongside me of an evening.
Hmmm...
G'night. I sleep, again.
x
Or maybe I should post earlier in the evening, and focus more on whatever one focuses on in a blog (this being my first stab at detailing the minutiae of my life.). Feelings? Thoughts? Whatever is passing through my mind as I type? I'll get the hang of it soon, I guess. Right now, I'm wary of a Joycean streamofconsciousness babble through the inner workings of the smuckles grey cells...It would only result in a rant about sleep and the yearning for a warm body alongside me of an evening.
Hmmm...
G'night. I sleep, again.
x