Good mor-..afternoon, Ryan! Have a nice sleep?

I awoke in a foul mood today. Wait, no... I awoke to the infernal ear bashing of my alarm clock at 5:45, went to the effort of clambering down my high-raised bed to turn it off, and still went back to bed. Next thing I knew it was 11:00, this time awaking to the uncalled for raving of my mum, sardonically informing me as to the aforementioned time. Of course I managed to rouse myself into getting up properly now, right? Wrong. Somehow, despite the oh-so appealing prospect of removing the comfortable duvet, crawling groggily along the mattress, and then likely tumbling head-first into my wardrobe whilst attempting to climb down the bed ladder, I feel asleep, again. So, half-past midday and my idle carcass is confronted with another rude awakening. Once more it was mum, marching up the stairs, beckoning me and yelling the embarrassingly late time of day at me, this time in a far more aggressive fashion. After laying there for a further few minutes, desperately attempting to equilibrate the fine line between lethargic comfort and sleep, I (foolishly or wisely - depends on your opinion) got up.

Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, it's the afternoon, and I've been up for an impressive total of two hours. The parents took it upon themselves to have a field day at my expense, making snide remarks about the time in relation to when I finally mustered the will power to make about ten movements, from bed to floor. Ironically I'd already achieved this at 5:45, but why I set my alarm for such an obscene, almost pre-dawn period... heaven forbid. Due to the stressful nature of my bedridden ordeal, I snapped at them in a very teenage mood-swinging manner. I had the bad-mood look 'n' all: bed hair, grunge-filled eyes and brows more furrowed than they had been while taking science exams (and believe me, I was a grumpy little sod).

Hmm, it seems I've truly justified my moniker of the Ranting Insomniac. You see, if it wasn't for my body refusing to settle until approximately 2am beforehand, all of this would have been tidily avoided.

Seeing as I've been dead to the world for half of the day already, I'll waste no (more) time in discussing what I had first intended to (yes, none of the previous rambling was planned in advance). Let's begin where we left off, which was..erm..*checks blog*...after I stained my clothing with soup! Yes, yes that's it. To business then...

[90-minute grocery shopping interruption]

There's always something, isn't there? Since all gross interruptions have been thoroughly put to bed, I reckon I can start this entry! ...

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This would have had more gusto with a chorus of hallelujahs.

Following my late lunch on Thursday, mum came home and began to prepare macaroni, possibly the most delicious dish ever to grace mankind. She proposed that I walked the dog whilst it was cooking, but laziness is a rather persistent git, plotting ways to eschew anything even remotely taxing. Basically, I evaded mum and the dog until dinner was ready, at which stage mum absently mentioned "Oh, you didn't take Robbie out." Gosh mum, you're an observant one.

Dinner passed with an outburst of gastronomical glee, but also with sauce-like additions to my stain collection, which may have had something to do with the fact that I was eating it on my lap (the dining table must have been absolutely metres away, after all).

The remainder of the evening was primarily - oh alright, entirely - spent obsessing over Dungeon Keeper 2. I can think of few evening activities more satisfying than causing mass bloodshed on videogames. Crime doesn't pay, but in games you have legal impunity. Genius. However dad, ever the antagonist, successfully tried a cessation of my virtual escapade at the insultingly early time of 10:30pm. Nevertheless, insomnia kicked in, leading to roughly three hours of sleep, and a 5:45am alarm that I had to raise myself to. A fortnight in, and already I loathe employment.

Reviewing the current state of play, it has come to my attention that this incoherent mess exceeds that of my first entry, with a whole day about which to complain remaining. With that said, expect an update quite soon.

Ciao.