It's 2:43am. I'm feeling sick. I had a nice convenient takeaway last night that woke me up from the inside at midnight thirty. I feel rough and there's no let-up. I will go an investigate some vitamins in a minute to try and help. I feel so unhealthily vile. A nice fizzy drink may also help, I'm thinking.
Anyhoo ... the reason I'm up at this time is because I suddenly remembered I could be a millionaire.
About a month ago I signed up online to 16 games on the Lotto (links to the numbers on the BBC site, not the Lotto itself cos I can't have you joining up on a whim).
Why did I do it? Well I am so lacking in money at the moment that it actually sounded like a good option to invest 16 quid in this dippy lottery. 10 games later I've not even won a tenner, though.
In my head I was thinking "you've gotta be in it to win it" hence my ticket purchase. Until mid June I am one of those who volunteers to pay stupid tax.
On telling my sister last week how little money I have right now she said "why don't you play the lottery?" It's like we're all caught up on the lie ... but in one weird move all money problems - and hence a lot of life problems too - coudl be wiped away. Just think about it for a second.
1 in 14 million chance of winning the big jackpot. I must be a crazy flipping frog. Yes, the money would be far better spent down the dogs.
... one of those fizzy orangey vitamin drinks that costs 5 quid for 10 tablets would be good right now.