Day 483: Go The Fuck To Sleep

Chlorine eyes (honestly, that's what I searched)

A late one making Spanish words into English ones, followed by an early start doing the same. Yes, I was tired, yes, it was intense, but god, yes, I enjoyed it. How good is that? If you're going to redo a job, may it be one you enjoyed a lot in the first place and enjoyed almost even more the second time around. I loved it.

So much choice

My night was late anyway. I was in a room opposite the back door to the bar on this floor of the hotel. It was clinky and noisy until just before midnight. It clinked and chinked again just after 6am. In the meantime, one of the bar's occupants, I suspect, came back to his room, switched on the telly at 'Loud'. 

At about 1.30, when I was ready to go to sleep, I went onto my balcony and saw that he was fast asleep on his bed, in his clothes, with the window open. The temptation to creep in and whisper into his ear ('turn off the telly') was huge, but I think my own first reaction to being woken up like that would have been an instinctive punch and kick or two, so I settled for knocking on his door and asking him nicely. He was sleepy-eyed and apologetic. Quite sweet, really. I didn't tell him I'd been spying.

Underwater dreams?  

I was hoping for richer dreams, having chatted to lovely, tasty, dream-filled Emily 'My Head Calls Out to be Cupped/Cuphead' Wilkinson, but if any were forthcoming - as no doubt they were - they have gone from my memory. We shall see what tonight has to offer.

Headless filled swimming cap. Odd.

I asked to have my room changed, and the hotel acquiesced without argument. I had changed rooms before breakfast, at about quarter to seven in the morning. The day was spent with funny people. I watched lovely actors do their thing. Some of them are really delightful to watch. I've lucked out with mine - a very nice man called Jonathan, with whom I have worked once before. He's very good, as well. Very good. I always miss Jerry on a job like this, because he made me laugh so much, but am very happy to be working with Jonathan. 

Great tiger, great voice.                         

I done a yoga, which I'm pleased about, and a swim. I'm a wuss without a swimming cap. Goggles are a preference, but not a necessity. Not having my hair cover my mouth when I'm doing front crawl is DEFINITELY a necessity. It shuts my mouth like a door. It's really annoying. I did back crawl and careful-lady-driver breaststroke. I got bored of it quite fast, but I shall treat myself to a fully capped trip to a proper big pool, where I shall swim like a salmon up a river, or perhaps like a ploddy laner. Either way, I'll enjoy it. 



Now my awake/asleep ratio over the last 40 hours or so is ridiculous, so I shall succomb to Going The Fuck to Sleep (there's a children's book for adults called that, voiced by Samuel L Jackson, which I'd forgotten until this moment.