As I’m sure anyone who’s ever accidentally stumbled online at 4am will know, I’m quite the nocturnal creature. I’m usually in bed by midnight, because to be honest I have nothing else better to be doing. I always find something to distract me though and the fact that I have my laptop beside me and more recently a Guitar Hero controller close to hand as well, only serves to ensure that I’m never asleep by anything that even resembles a civilised hour!

Over the weekend I found myself overcome with a brief bout of insomnia which saw me wander the streets of Waterford until 7am Sunday morning with nothing but the odd tumbleweed to keep me company. This was all after bringing a friend home who’d probably seen better days after leaving a club! You’d have thought that carrying dead weight for a mile would be enough to tire me out, but all it did was make me miss my beloved Apache Pizza and become so hungry that my stomach became a beatbox. Centra eventually opened at 7:15 and I fell into the trap of actually believing that they’d have the breakfast roll I was so desperately craving at the ready! Instead I settled on what was probably a three day old sandwich and set off on the trek home. If only I could sleep…

The walk home sure did make me tired. By time I got home, I felt as if my feet had not only worn through my socks but had also had a fair go at breaking down my shoes! I confess that at this stage, all I wanted to do was drop onto any surface that would support my weight and just hibernate until sometime around Christmas, it didn’t even have to be comfy – as long as I couldn’t roll off it or have it bite me, I was considering it! However, two things kept me from drifting off into slumber land. 1) I was due to work in a few hours and 2) I spent the last tenner I had in my wallet on that blasted gone off sandwich! So my choices were somewhat limited. I could either stop, drop and fall unconscious for about 14 hours and worry about having to live off the crumbs in between the cushions of my couch for the rest of the week when it came to it, or I could “play through the pain” and fire up the Xbox for a few hours before heading to work with a flask of coffee so strong that it would have the consistency and taste of tar! I chose the latter, albeit without the flask.

Now the first few hours weren’t actually that bad. In fact, I even text one of my friends who I knew was lumbered with an early shift, boasting that I had it easy, doing nothing but sitting down on MSN while every now and again signing someone up to Ladbrokes. I couldn’t help but laugh when they text back saying that they were running around with trays of drinks and food with the sweat pouring out of them! God almighty must have been watching though, because seconds later my boss came over and sent me in to deal on a table! Oh Christ! At this stage I could barely even remember my name, let alone how to deal cards! In fact, on the very first hand I sat in, I collected the antes from the table before dealing out a flop. “We’re all playing the board so?” I heard one player say, somewhat inquisitively as it dawned on me that I hadn’t even dealt cards to the players! Now usually these situations go from bad to worse but this was rock bottom and I figured that things could only get better. They just had to!

How I struggled through the next few hours is beyond me! I was just cruising through the night on autopilot, in desperate yet rapidly waining hope that someone would spot that I looked to be aging at a rate of 10 years for every hour I sat in that dealer chair robotically calling out the words “Pass”, “Fold” and “Raise” over and over again. What I had at one stage would have been at most a 5 hour shift was fast approaching 14 hours! It was at this stage that I really started to regret boasting about my “easy shift” earlier on. It was only then that I decided that I should ask to go home. 10 minutes later and I was home and taking off my clothes with my trusty bed just inches away, inviting me in. I’m sure you’re aware of the old cliche of falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, well here’s a new one for you; My head didn’t even have to hit to pillow to fall asleep! I know it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue but the very fact that I still had one sock on the next morning means I’m not making it up!

I managed to squeeze every bit of sleep out of this occasion as I possibly could and I finally woke up 15 hours later, which was probably the total combined amount of sleep I had got the week before! My only complaint (oh here he goes again) was that I had these really vivid dreams that were about Saturday night which in itself isn’t too bad, as long as I can remember that they were dreams, but roll on a few days and I completely forget which had led to a few “Did I?” moments complete with temporary paralysis that lasts a few seconds when I look back at the night! The trick is to not think about that night though and I’m near certain that the copious amounts of tequila that I intend to throw back (but hopefully not up) this Saturday will see to it that last weekend (and the vivid, freaky memories) becomes a thing of the past!

After waking up and looking at the time, I quickly realised that college that day was a non-runner, especially given that it was 6pm. I was still quite tired so I just took it easy for what was left of the day and I managed to fall asleep for midnight Surely a record for me! And then, something strange happened to me when I woke this morning after getting another good nights sleep. I felt oddly energetic, enthusiastic and dare I say it, happy! Perhaps 4 hours a night isn’t enough after all! Making college in time for my first lecture will probably go down as one of my milestones of the year. It wasn’t the rush in at the last minute type of punctual either as I even had time to get breakfast – another first!

This evening I played in my regular 5-a-side game and for the first time since the games inception, I wasn’t begging to go on goal after 5 minutes of play. It was as if I had a giant Duracell stuck to my back and I even jogged home because I fancied the work out. Can I really put all this down to getting sleep? Well, it’s either that or I’m drinking some funny water!

I’m going to conclude this post with something new to this blog – a song. A song that I fully believe will be both a chart topper AND an Indie floor filler this Summer. They’re a band called Phoenix, who seem to have a knack for releasing fantastically playable Summer soundtracks. This song is from their forthcoming album “Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix” and it’s called 1901. Enjoy!

I’ve failed to prove my doubters wrong! They all said I couldn’t do it and as the days, weeks and then months passed by, I slowly but surely cemented the fact that relationships and me should never be used in the same sentence! It seems as if I’m exactly where I was at the beginning of last year. Last year I was single and struggling with college yet obsessed with poker and now I find myself in an almost identical situation.

To say I’m confident with my exams would be bare-faced lie – apathetic would be far more suitable word to describe my feelings toward college in general. I just wish I knew that the results of this years exams will be what my potential work experience employers will be what they’ll be using to evaluate us. I can just imagine it now, my classmates jetting back and forth between London, Toronto and Paris and me being sent out to the industrial estate to work in a call-centre!

This time last year, I thought that me being in a successful relationship was a laughable concept, fast-forward to today and I’m thinking the exact same thing. I did manage to break through the 3 month barrier and in fact, I can always say that this was a relationship that spanned across two years but ultimately I’m all to aware that I can’t commit to something to save my life and the idea of sacrifice for the greater good still seems too pagan-esque for me to subscribe to. It will probably take a small matter of Divine Intervention for me to believe in relationships in the near future and even then I’d probably be under too much stress to notice God himself pointing me in a particular direction!

What will I be busy doing? Well, undoubtedly Poker will be one of those things. I’ve been playing for 3 years now and it’s still as big a challenge as it was when I first started. The game itself keeps evolving, whereas in 2006 you needed only know the hand rankings to be able to make money, in 2009 you need to be a competent mathematician as well as a fearless aggressor. There’s no such thing as easy money any more and perhaps it’s the challenge of trying to remain a so-called “winning player” that’s keeping me hooked. Or I’m a compulsive gambler.

You could say that I have a clean slate. Or you could argue that I’m like an old record stuck on repeat.

My college exams repeats were never going to be plain sailing given that Maths and Stats were two of the subjects that I’m repeating! I’ve never enjoyed either subject and would prefer to have a dog lock onto my ankle than sit down and do calculations! All I’ve ever aimed for is that damn 40 percent… the magic, if not less than average number that will see me propel into second year of college!

I most definitely did myself no favours yesterday morning for my 9am Stats exam. Before I went to bed, I decided to have a look at a few notes and see if I could remember anything only to find out that I didn’t actually have any notes. Not disastrous, I could simply check online for notes from other colleges! Well, I could if my internet wasn’t down every 5 minutes! So I actually got nothing done except for meticulously lay everything I needed beside my bed so I could simply grab and go in the morning!

Naturally, I woke up late, 15 minutes before my exam was going to start! I jumped out of bed to get dressed but landed straight on my calculator smashing the thing into a few pieces! I had a root around the house looking for another calculator but to no avail! I arrived at the exam hall just in time, but I wonder should I have bothered because there I was sitting down at a desk trying to calculate the standard deviation using nothing but my head! Sure I don’t even know what Standard Deviation is!

I need only pass one exam (of the three I have to repeat) to continue into second year so I’ve stocked up on Maths books to try and learn what I can over the next week! Not tonight though, I’m going out… and tomorrow for that matter. I’m sure I’ll find some time to study though….