It's definitely the heating!

I can confirm that it is definitely the heating, and my subsequent overheating that is messing with my sleep pattern! I have just woken up at 3.30 am and once again can't get back to sleep.

I have also just had another weird dream! Now with risk of this turning in to some hippy stylee "dream diary" I am going to tell you the tale...I will try not to make a habit of it, believe me I would rather be asleep right now.

Let me the set the scene, Justin Timberlake and I are sat by a river in England, when I say a river I think it was actually a canal made of wood (it was some sort of body of water), we are waiting for Jessica Alba to get ready as they are about to go on a music video shoot together, JT and I (yes I'm allowed to call him that) are having a right laugh, we're BBF's don't you know!? I ask him if he wants to be Blackberry Messenger Buddies with me...he declines, bastard! The next minute we are in this hotel room still waiting for Jessica Alba looking for cereal, I don't think we ever found any because the next minute...

I'm sat in the family home, well not exactly it was some run down council house and I had a black Mum (neither of which are even close) I had loads of people from school round for some sort of party, some of the bullies were sat there...they started on me and so I ran in to the garden and then jumped the fence which I broke, I got over it quickly because I was quickly back in the house...

My Mum (now white but still not my actual Mum) comes over with a a letter from the council. She doesn't understand it...I can't blame her, none of the sentences make sense. It's something to do with changes in our "housing arrangement", at the end of the letter we have to mark the writer on their competency of language, some sort of outreach programme for those in the slammer. We gave him a D....it was crap!

Another ridiculous dream! Now excuse me whilst I open my window, turn off the heating and try and get back to sleep...work tomorrow! That reminds me, what makes this worst is that my first thought when I stirred was "Wahoo - it's Saturday, what shall I do today?"...it isn't, it's Thursday and my Day is pretty much planned out for me.

Night! (again).