Hi all. Man I'm tired. At the moment I feel like I could sleep for two days in a row and still wouldn't have slept enough. This is all my own fault mind you, so I need to take a good look in the mirror and tell myself never to do this again. But knowing myself like no other I already know this isn't going to help much, so I probably will not bother anyway. Here's what happened. Last night I phoned Bas to see if he was feeling like player snooker. We tend to do so the Tuesdays anyway, even if we have another competition night that week. This time however Bas kind of called in sick as he was feeling like he had been run over by a Peterbilt 359 and trust me folks: that's one big truck. He didn't think he would be having much fun with the competition either so I decided it would be better to call the other team's captain and ask him for a reschedule. They didn't mind so that's something for the next year. Then I called Jaap to give him the news and he was in a potting mood so we met at Matchroom and had a go. No less then seven frames it took us to get tired of it, ending in a nice score of four to three frames in my favor this time. It was not the best snooker we ever played but still we managed to score somewhere around one hundred points together each frame which isn't bad. After the snooker part we spend a 'little while' talking and when I finally left Matchroom it was close to three a clock I think ... and that's a tad late for a weekdays night, it really is. When I finally came home I thought it wouldn't be very wise to go to bed for those couple of hours (my alarm clock starts to make those disturbing sounds at around five in the morning) so I stayed up. That way was the only way I was sure I would be awake when I needed to go to work this morning. However now that I'm still awake ... or sort of ;-) ... boy, oh boy. Had this been a Lethal Weapon part X movie my line would be that 'I'm getting too old for this sh*t'. For today I'll just zombie along a bit and see how I'll get through today. Whish me luck.