Circadium rythm... what rythm?

I've gone and botched my sleep/wake pattern again. I hate it when I do this. What I hate more is that I do it the same way every single time - drink too much early on, go sleep, wake up as the pubs close, and then sit on my arse till 3am watching movies (usually shite movies) and plonking around on the internet trying to keep myself occupied.

Today I dragged Sarah out (pretty much against her will I'm sure) for pub lunch at the Lamb. The food was excellent really. We shared a tiger prawn starter, followed by grilled asparagus for me and French style saute chicken for her. Seeing as I was driving I stuck to orange juice and lemonade. Seeing as she was nursing a monstrous hangover following a lock-in so did she. After the meal I dragged her (unwillingly again I think) back to Shaftesbury for drinks. She ended up not being able to stomach the wine, so I was left the arduous task of finishing the bottle by myself. Hence I passed out while watching the Npower Test series on Sky earlier this afternoon. And hence I'm sitting in bed typing this at quarter to bloody three in the morning not able to sleep.

But that's enough about me. Let's talk about you.