| Wednesday, December 08, 2004 |
 | Last night, dazed with exhaustion, I realised that I still hadn't managed to collect the tickets for Stewart Lee tonight, and, not trusting myself one iota to deal on the night, headed into town to do it. This had the beneficial effect of forcing me to leave the office, eventually, of putting me directly into the path of a group of joggers running determinedly through Soho and whooping (I thought of apprehending one to ask what was going on, but decided on reflection that no explanation would improve the experience) and also of making me forsake a hot date with Alyx Vance to meet the well-rendered Matt, Es and Neil at an unofficial party to celebrate the launch of Mind Hacks, along with a very nice crowd which I suspect I ranted at in a mad way. I skimmed the first chapter or so in the pub, but not in sufficient detail to form anything resembling a critical opinion. However, Matt's thoughts are usually worth reading, and Tom seemed like a very nice young man also. There are extracts to be found here, and a supplementary blog here - I link in particular to that article because it's something close to my heart at present. I tend to base my sleeping hours from the last time I look at the clock, usually when I get into bed, to the first time I look at the clock in the morning - the idea of quality of sleep only comes into play if I can't seem to fall asleep or wake too early and feel (perhaps incorrectly) that I am awake until the alarm goes. a good night, by that metric, is six or seven hours, a bad night between three and five.
How do you sleep?
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Hello Dan!
How're tricks?
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