My Rambling Mind. Night Of The Head Triffids!

My rambling mind! It’s 11.30pm. It’s at this time of the night when everyone has gone to bed, that my thoughts flood my mind. It’s quiet and I’m on my 7th or 8th bottle of “Coors light”. I want to start blogging but I know my writing will be just as bad as my rambling brain. You wouldn’t make sense of it, and when I read it back the next day, I probably wouldn’t make sense of it either, so I’m going to jot bits down and edit it tomorrow. “It’s the beer talking I hear you say”! Maybe you are right to a certain extent, but only around 20% right. I only drink Corrs light as it’s not very strong. I used to drink the stronger stuff, but can’t take that now.

This is my favourite time of the day, everyone has fucked off to bed and I can now be myself! I can now start to think, but my thoughts are rambling and swirling around in my mind! “FFS slow down I say to myself” as I crack open another beer. Why can’t I just concentrate on one thought at a time? Why can’t I just finish what I’m thinking about now, rather than having 4 or 5 thoughts at once?.

Alcohol supposed to be a depressant isn’t it?. It’s supposed to impair and slow down both physical and psychological activity doesn’t it?. Well it has the opposite affect on me as I feel like I could run a marathon again, and my mind is wide awake and going into overdrive!. I could stay up all night, but I know I’ve got to be up at 7am! If I’m not up who’s going to turn the washing machine on, who’s going to feed “Jester” my parrot and best friend?. I tell you who else will do it, no one, it’s just me! Don’t get me wrong I’m not moaning, I’m just putting you in the picture.

I should go to bed, but I’m wide awake, and I like this time of the night. The TV is on but the sound is turned down very low. I’m watching an 80s music channel, and reminiscing. Those were the good old days, it was in 1987 when I met my wife “May”. We had some great times back then. May and myself have both said, “wouldn’t it be nice if we could turn back the clock 32 years”. That would be brilliant even if it was just for one day!.

Then my mind is flooded by a handful of other thoughts! I’ve not been metal detecting for ages, I need to get out in those fields again! I need to start this exercise program that I said I’m going to do!. I need to cut the lawn again!. I need to get some housework done!. I need to go to the store in the morning to do my beer run!. I need to, I need to stop my fucking head from rambling on, and on, and on!. It’s making my headache and it feels like the thoughts are roots that are trying to escape out of every orifice in my head!

My Rambling Mind

I make my way into the kitchen for a much needed smoke, and into the fridge to grab another beer. I know it’s not the alcohol that’s turning my head into a living tree, as this triffid is here in my head with or without a beer or two!. Maybe I need a “slug” of weed killer instead?, that might keep the “thought roots” at bay, lol. As I stand at the kitchen window puffing on my roll up, I’m feeling a bit “hypo”! Maybe I’ll turn into “The Amazing Hypo-Man”, as I think this beer is “The Magic Manic Potion”! Maybe it is? or maybe it isn’t?. Who knows, lol.

It’s now almost 1am so I should go to bed, but… “I had a little drink about an hour ago, and I’ve got many thoughts in my head”!. Maybe I should be a songwriter, there’s another thought that’s come rushing into my head like a fucking freight train! 😂 but to be honest, I’d rather be like I am now then when I was on the meds!.

Oh well the cogs of my mind have been well oiled tonight, I must go to bed!🛌 until the next time my fellow bloggers…

That’s all folks!

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