Gees, I wish I could sleep properly.
Guaranteed, that every Tuesday morning that I have to return to work after 7-8 days off, I won't get anything resembling a good night's sleep, especially when I need it the most. More often than not, I'll be awake at 5am, or 6am, and after trying to grab a couple hours more, I just give up and go have breakfast, then watch a DVD to pass the time before heading off.
This morning, well, it's a double-whammy. I made the mistake of crashing on the couch yesterday afternoon for an hour or so. And with my track record of restless Tuesday mornings, I found myself awake around 2.30am, and an hour later I still couldn't nod off. I don't know why I woke at 2.30. When I wake at those times it's usually as a result of some unusual dream. I think this morning's included me being hospitalised in a skyscraper, and, of course, me with my problem with heights...
For longer than I can remember, I have been taking herbal supplements to help me get to sleep and stay asleep. I have tried a variety of them. All of them “offering” a good night's rest, where one would wake refreshed in the morning. Some even help reduce anxiety, which is something else that appeals to me. Over an average two weeks, I think I get ONE decent night's sleep of about 6 hours or more. Nodding off is generally not a problem. Staying asleep is.
So, what do I do? A “mantra” that my psychologist gave me to help me get to sleep works most of the time, but there are some occasions where it doesn't. This is one of them. Sometimes it involves switching the light back on and reading for a bit. Other times it's been lying on the couch and watching a DVD. This time, it's rattling off a blog entry. I wish I didn't have to do this.
Of course, my restlessness on this particular morning could be tied in with the fact that I really don't want to be at work, especially on that second Tuesday, where I'm pushing the shopping trolley around Gosford for 4-5 hours.
What else can I rattle on about? It hasn't been a good start to the season for the Mariners. After eight rounds, the side is just in the top six, with only two wins and four draws. Yes, only one loss (and a game against Wellington to come) but the side has been struggling to score and win games. Last Friday's (Nov 29) match against Melbourne Victory was a loss of two points rather than just getting one for a 0-all draw. We didn't even deserve that. It's not very often that you see your side thoroughly outplayed, and not concede a goal. We should've lost by six or seven. Victory should've had four up by half-time.
Sure, the side has had some disruptions, with Graham Arnold leaving for a job in Japan (and who could deny him the opportunity) and more recently, the announcement that Andrew Clark, the side's fitness coach, is going with him. (Arnold is apparently allowed to take one coaching assistant with him to his new club.) But there must be something else.
Sitting in the crowd by myself for the first time this season, I soon discover what it is that I dislike about going to the games. Regardless of where I sit, guaranteed I will have people wanting to get past me for very reasons. Last Friday was no exception. I was twisting around so often to let them pass, I thought I was a turnstile.
I didn't want to move. I had a good seat. Almost on halfway, good position for taking photographs (however the weather conspired against me that night as well so they were poorer in quality), and relatively close to an exit.
Two words would make things a lot bearable. “Excuse me” or “thank you”. It's a rarity to get either of them. People just assume that you're going to move for them to get through. (This lot were up and down every ten minutes for drinks, food, cigarettes, and for one family member that looked as if he had no idea where he was.)
Then there's one-eyed nature of the crowd. The “our side isn't doing anything wrong” view, with repeated cries of “Where are you from ref – Melbourne?”. If it's one thing playing again has taught me, it's the rules. I wish more people would learn them. You see guys, the reason why our player was penalised that time and shown a yellow card was because he slid in to the tackle with the studs up on his boots. You can't do that. It's very illegal and could cause a serious injury. Oh, and it's no point continually boo-ing that player every time he gets the ball. More often than not he's actually getting a kick out of and is playing better because of it because he's pissing you guys off.
I wonder when I go to these games if I'm the only sane/rational person there.
And yes, I like the game more than I like the crowd. I can put up with them for a couple of hours.
Still reading a bit, and watching a lot of DVDs. I have even managed to get some more writing done. Feudball 2 got another chapter added to it last week. I wanted to get this one done seeing it contained a significant incident in the book, that and it signifies the end of the first third, where the team plays in a tournament during a mid-season break and comes away empty-handed. The second third is the rest of the regular season, including the finals, and the last part is a big tournament overseas. Oh boy do I have a big finale planned for that.
Just finished reading a book about a case worked on Bernard Spilsbury, the father of modern pathology. His findings where he determined that three women who died in similar circumstances (drowned in a bath-tub) were actually murdered rather than the originally proclaimed drowning as a result of an epileptic fit. His testimony sent a man to the gallows, at a time where thousands were being slaughtered needlessly in the mud in France during WW1.
As for DVDs, well, two seasons of 30 Rock, six seasons of South Park, two of The Killing, and one of an old panel show that I watched as a child on the ABC called Whodunnit?. The episodes I vaguely recall watching where of the later series, and hosted by Dr Who actor Jon Pertwee (who appears on the panel for one of the series one episodes). The first series, which I picked up last Friday on sale at an ABC shop, was hosted by Edward Woodward. The disks also contained the pilot episode, in which Edward was a panellist, in the role of his TV cop at the time - Callan. Having never seen that series, I sat down and diligently tried to solve the case. I didn't get one of them right, but I had fun not getting any of them right.
Sigh. I wish I was motivated more often to do more than just lie on the couch and watch DVDs on my days off. (Or go out and buy DVDs for that matter.) I did manage a trip to Sydney on Saturday for some Blood Bowl. It was a worthwhile trip indeed. I won both games, the first one 5-0, the second one 4-0.
Well, perhaps I've rattled on enough to get back to sleep.
Gees, there's a lot of traffic outside for 4.30am....
P.S: Can still hear those ruddy koels calling for each other as well.