I'm sat watching some random movie about cops and time travel, knowing that I should go to bed but somehow unable to bring myself to get up off the couch. I know I should, work beckons at 10am, but I just don't want to. I never want to. And then, the following morning, I never want to get out of bed. I'm not sure why. Part of me thinks it has something to do with the lack of company. My bed might be small but being by myself it always feels massive. Doesn't help that I seem to sleep better and feel more rested if I've slept beside Batman.
Went to see Ardal O'Hanlon a couple of weeks ago in Waterford. He was pretty good. Not great but good. His support was awful though. Planning on going to see David O'Doherty next week, crossing my fingers that he'll be better. I do love his dry sarcastic humour, and his casio songs. So should be good fun.
