losing sleep...again

I hope that this is only one of those days that happen once in a blue moon. My sleep was cut short by a rather loud chatter from the main house. When I checked the watch that I kept on the window sill, it said 9:48 a.m. To think that I finally succombed to sublime subconsciousness at around 6 a.m. Not only that, the pump, which is only a meter away from my bed (separated by 6 inches of concrete wall) nearly drove me crazy. Apparently Ponching has not finished with today's load of laundry. I decided between screaming and keeping my cool. The latter won out. What I did was drape the windows with blankets, tucked my head at the corner of the bed, covered my ears with pillows. Thankfully, I promptly went back to sleep and said hello to the world with a smile at 1 p.m. I was so hungry and couldn't be more grateful to see some still warm rice on the table (Fran's an angel). The hotdogs were cooked at the minimum and I concentrated on filling my empty stomach.
Paracetamol and phenylpropanolamine make me feel lousy but they're a big help driving the cold away. Today, I can't remember sneezing nor blowing my nose anymore. I felt so down it actually crossed my mind not to play soccer anymore. I actually went back to bed after downing a rather big helping of chicken macaroni (which I prepared after lunch) but at half past 4, I headed for the shower like an automaton. I couldn't help myself. Subconsciously, I could be thinking that I couldn't wait another day to get into the field. :) Boy, we are pathetic. We are so addicted to the sport.
My playtime was around 1 1/2 hours. It was a good workout. Everyone must have had enough of accidents already, we had none of that tonight. I missed two good passes though and a million of opportunities to make a goal. Hopefully, today's exertion will render me dog tired at the end of the shift so I would be oblivious to whatever distractions when I reach r.e.m.