It’s 4.45 am as I type this, and as you might have worked out already, I can’t sleep. I have a big day tomorrow…well, today now. Possibly one of the biggest of my life, and the pre-game nerves have thrown my sleep pattern all out of whack. Try as I might, count as many sheep as I might, slug down as much milk as I might take, sleep eludes me. All I can do is go through my prep for tomorrow (I keep saying that – I should say later today). Did I get everything right? Have I thought of everything? Is it all in place? Then I fight down the impulse to go check everything for the zillionth time. And yes, I also have to fight down a moment’s panic because I suddenly think I should be rested and ready tomorrow, but I think the adrenaline will counter all of that.
I can almost hear you now. “What the hell is this guy talking about?” and believe me, I apologise for the frustration. One of the saving graces of my attempts at blogging has been that while I am never all that interesting, I at least strive for clarity in my expression. I assure you this turn to the cryptic is not part of some big Ulysses homage, in which the boiled egg becomes a verbal sudoku puzzle. This is just nerves rattling me. Hell, you think this is bad? This is me with the benefit of a spellchecker and a moment or two to reread things before I commit them to print. Imagine how I am in person.
Well, I promise all will become clear in the next day or so one way or the other. Normal service, however mediocre, will be resumed.
October 3rd, 2005 at 11:24 am
Oh man, I hate those kinda nights. Always seems to happen on the important days.
I hope everything goes well, and that you at least managed to grab a few hours of zzzs.