its 9:55 am here now :)

although im uop at that time a lot.

Im her for you my friend, if you ver need a chat!

*hugs my friend*

Thanks, Adam. Chatting sounds too complicated. I just need to get my head on other things, like shoes, or ships, or sealing wax, or maybe cabbages or kings.

lol ok no problem, i have a fw fun idea's for distractions :)

If you have a pack of playing cards- shuffle the deck, pick on card out at random, then right a radndom and funny story about the character on the card :D

just an idea, or just chat here lol either way

We talkk to people on the other side of the world. hehe 4am here.

Hmm. No deck of cards, but I do have the internet, and sure enough, there are plenty of virtual decks of cards that do the trick.

8 of Spades. Hmmm.

The number 8 was a rather proud number. It enjoyed the fact that it was round on both top an bottom. Because of it's symmetry, it had an interest in all things mathematical, and was truly interested in the fact that if it laid on its side, it looked a lot like the symbol for infinity. It was constantly imagining that there was some kind of magical relationship between the number 8 and infinity, about which it couldn't be more wrong. But it liked to dream.

Being associated with the spade was not totally uncomfortable for it. The two of them got on well enough, but they really didn't have a lot in common, so they mostly did their own things. The spade was a workhorse, constantly thinking about digging and stirring cement or other such mundane things. It didn't have a great imagination, but it was still quite content in it's little way.

The card was just another card in the deck It didn't have the pomposity of the face cards, or the purely alphabetical nature of an Ace, but it still served its purpose. It had occasional moments of glory, being pulled out at the last minute to fill out the inside straight or to complete the full house, but mostly it was content just to pair up with another 8, and the two of them would make a little magic together before they would go their separate ways. It would engage in the occasional three way, but it was not unusual in this...it was just the nature of the playing card to like to play with the other cards.

It doesn't occur to most humans to wonder about the sex lives of playing cards, but most decks sit quietly in the drawers committing raunchy acts in a random manner. Being a number it was quite flexible with the other numbers, unlike the Jacks and the Kings who were constantly harassing the Queens. The Aces were loners, only getting it on with the other aces for the most part, but occasionally having a bit of fun with the Joker if he happened to be around.

I think I've pretty much exhausted the entertainment possibilities of that, for the moment. When one starts talking about playing cards fornicating then it's a pretty safe bet that one is stretching the creative license to its limit. Besides, the screen is getting extremely blurry and hard to read, and the keys keep moving around on my keyboard. I think it may be time to go back to sleep.

I hope that your creativity helped to distract you a little, sometimes doing little fun things like that can make hwo you feel improve dramatically!

mm moronic people like me on the other side of the wrold

Good night Mr. Alph. No more night mares ok?

aww! I do not have nightmares very often either, so I also have a hard time getting back to bed after one.

Hope you are slumbering peacefully now Alph!

I'm awake again. Maybe. No more nightmares, thankfully. But it's snowing outside and only one of my eyes have condescended to open as of yet. The bed is quite warm. I don't see any advantages at this point of getting out of it.

your sleeptyping! lol

sorry al i TRIED t read reply #5 but lst focus after first line! sheesh could u make it any longer?? i have nightmares most nights, s u want distracting eh? try and find something that rhymed with ornga or silver. or figure out why my number 0 and 7 are broken and take ages to press GRRRRR

No more talk of staying in bed! You're making me jealous.

My downstairs neighbor phoned in the most persistent booty-call ever at 4am, and then, I assume, passed out. I was kept awake by her pounding on the door until about 4:45am, at which point I finally went downstairs and told her to go home. Needless to say, I am so sleepy today, and curling up in bed sounds really nice.

Thank you for the history of the 8 of spades.

How about the queen of clubs?

Your story made me smile-thanks. Good suggestion about writing a story as distraction.

I hate have nightmares- particularly as mostimes I have a feeling hangover from them quite often.

I hope you feel better when you awake again.