Freud's Transport of Choice

As if to highlight the type of people who can actually use the small airport near where I work, yesterday there was some kind of chauffeur trade show in the business park near the offices. Thus we were treated to the sight of shocking pink stretched hummers moving back and forth all day. I like to imagine that there's actually no such thing as Chauffeur Drive '08 and that the whole thing was an elaborate practical joke on someone particularly sexually frustrated who's office window overlooks the main thoroughfare.

As I've got a document to finish writing this week, and because I woke up yesterday morning feeling particularly lousy, I resolved that at least temporarily I would start going to bed at 11, with lights out at 12, in order to actually get the recommended 8 hours of sleep and feel fresh and on the ball the day after. That idea got kicked in the head that same evening when it took me three attempts to upload the latest episode of the Modcast to the NooBTooB server and I didn't get to bed until 1.30 in the morning. Even more confusing, this morning I woke up feeling fine. Even so, I'm going to try (and probably fail) again to get to sleep earlier tonight and see what happens.