3:41am Can't sleep again!

Who is Pete anyway? I do know a guy called Pete, actually I know two: One is a psychologist, well that's what he calls himself, he's really a Counsellor with the NHS who's been 'doing' a degree, in some obscure form of psycgotherapy that no one uses anymore, for about ten years. He's a naturist, a Saggitarian and his half horse bit is into soft porn, his computer is always getting into trouble over the stuff to the extent that he had to have a second computer installed so his NHS psychology work didn't continue to  blend with his privates, I mean private 'psychology' work.

Typically, being a Saggi, he's single. It has been said that it takes some special kind of woman to tie down a Saggitarian male with a wedding band, they're best suited to being tied down with an elastic band, a very, very stretchy one because they do like to roam. Give a Saggi enough rope and, inevitably they WILL hang themselves.

Being half man, half horse, one of two traits is usually evident in the Saggi male; either they are extrememly well endowed in the nether regions OR (unfortnately for them) extremely well endowed in the tether regions. Having a huge conk and a tiny Richard is not the kind of Saggi I would like to be.

The other Pete is a Scorpio, he's married, to a much older women and they have three outrageous childred. Outrageous children are the spawn of alcoholic parents who drag them pub to pub at every available oppurtunity and fill them to the brim with CocaCola and crisps and keep telling them to "Go away and leave me alone - Ask your Father/Mother - Go and play outside." The more that outrageous children pester, the more fizzzy pop and crisps are bestowed on them, culminating in frequent visits to Psycologist Pete on the NHS due to additive/sugar/salt overload /hyperactivity.

Because Psycho Pete uses the obscure form of therapeutic analysis that he favours, they never get to the bottom of the problem, but hey, it keeps him in a job.

Personally, and I do so value my personal opinion, I think "For Pete's sake" has evolved from the olde saying "For Pity's Sake" - For the sake of pity. Now my head's getting cabbaged, I'll never get to sleep at this rate, my tiny little mind wants to follow the thread of my thoughts, unravelling this mystery and that could be an infinate excursion down a rabbit hole that I'm not going to go down.

Has anyone seen "Down the Rabbit Hole"? It is a fascinating film made to follow "What The Bleep Do We Know?" which is a combination of drama, documentary and animation depicting  all sorts of weird and wonderful goings on from the perspective of Quantum Theorists. The film is funny, in fact I would have laughed my bo**ocks off if they weren't already conspicuously absent (thanks to she who must be obeyed).

I wonder how she is...is she missing me? She usually lets me get on her bed at about this time 4:22am, she thinks I might be cold, I go along with this in order to keep my place in the pecking order, I mean - sleeping at ground level says ooooodles about my status in the house but inch by inch I'm taking a mile, convinced that sleeping on her bed elevates me to Alpha male status. It is my goal to make this arrangement permanent. Of course, she thinks that if she lets me sleep on the bed permanently she'd never have any chance of a sex life. But that's another story.