Steroid postscript - 1.30am

A side effect of the side effect is that you can't sleep which could be fun but frankly just isn't.

- I could do some work but my host in the US has been down all evening so can't do the fun stuff and I can't be arsed to start adding up the subtractions in the start-up budget.
- I could go for the run but this is downtown Notting Hill - aka Ladbroke Grove and besides we've already established that I'm a purple ridden wuss.
- I could surf porn but I've seen all the good stuff already - come on - I'm joking - honest!
- I could write to my mum but I've never done that before.
- I could follow a thousand more people on twitter and see if i can get 1001 to follow me.
- I could boil an egg but what would be the point in that at this time of night.
- I could phone my mates in Asia and Australia but they're just not that interesting.
- I could go back to bed and count sheep but we all know that's bollox and never worked.
- I could start trading silly things again but I've already hit this quarter's stoploss.
- I could go and find out whose fucking car alarm is now going off and then attack it with a hammer and then I could get arrested in my boxers and get thrown in quarantine on account of my purpleness and then I'd miss my next dose of these steroidy things and then I'd start to itch more and go more purple and probably scream and then maybe because i'd screamed a lot and missed my dosage - I'd - bingo - flashing bulb moment - I'd be able to sleep.....

Where's my hammer?

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