Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Was today eventful?
No.
Have I done anything interesting?
No.

Ah, the days of boring blog entries are upon me.

As I sit here, sipping a glass of Coca-Cola Zero (From a 2 liter bottle mum bought along with another of diet lemonade to drink over the Christmas dinner; as I don't drink alcohol and dad was driving to his other home; where ever that is), Sitting on my foot (As is my custom when sitting at the computer, otherwise my body is at a difficult angle and it hurts my neck) I can think of only one event for today; well, actually it's yesterday because I've been playing computer games for quite a while .
Dad came to put in a new graphics card for my computer (Because the graphics were a bit messed up on a few of my newer games and he claims he happened to have one spare). He came some time after 7:30ish. He poked me to wake me up and then went off downstairs to sort out the area around the computer (I was supposed to clear it, but in my defense, I cleared some of it, bearing in mind it was at 2 in the morning). I dragged myself out of bed to help. Dad was his usual grumpy self. At about 9ish it was sorted and he left (after I thanked him and attempted to crush his ribs with a hug (That I often do)). Then I crawled back to bed and didn't resurface until about 4-5 hours later, after dreaming that some boy had crept into our back garden and was playing fetch with his dog and a cat got into the house before I dreamt that I was in, what was supposed to be, Pirates of the Caribbean 3 .
Morning dreams are the strangest of all (That's what I call dreams that I have close to waking up in the morning, or afternoon, depending ).

Now, I have to drag myself up to bed

Bluebiird out.