Yaxlich Can't Sleep

Yaxlich started this post at 1.34am. That is a long way past his bed time. He asks that you do not tell his mummy that he is up at this time otherwise he'll be in trouble. He doesn't really know why he can't sleep. There are probably lots of things going on in his head which are preventing him but, at the moment, none of them are making their way to his frontal cortex and, as a result, are currently sitting in a queue of random mishmash which will eventually become clear. At 1.38am, however, they are just hanging around his head doing whatever it is that unformed thoughts do. He would like to point out at this stage that he did not take 4 minutes to type the last couple of paragraphs. Yaxlich can type very fast. He uses BOTH fingers. However he had to do a quick check on Wikipedia to see whether it was the frontal cortex or the parietal cortex which dealt with thought as he had temporarily forgotten. 1.43am. He is now a trifle concerned that he can't remember which part of the brain deals with rational thought. He doesn't pretend to be an educated man but he does remember random, silly things which is why he is always welcomed on to the quiz team in his local pub. He doesn't know why he forgot which part of the brain dealt with rational thought. 1.46am. He is now a trifle concerned that he can't remember which part of the brain deals with rational thought. He doesn't pretend to be an educated man but he does remember random, silly things which is why he is always welcomed on to the quiz team in his local pub. He doesn't know why he forgot which part of the brain dealt with rational thought. 1.47am. He is a random trifle and is concerned he might be repeating himself. 1.49am. Having licked himself, he realises that he is not a trifle after all. This pleases him immensely. 1.50am. Yaxlich wants some trifle. 1.51am. He realises that a lot of his overseas readers will not know what a trifle is. 1.53am. Yaxlich find the wikipedia defintion of trifle. 1.56am. He realises that, perhaps, blogging under the influence might not be a good idea. 1.57am. Yaxlich relieves himself. 1.58am. Yaxlich goes to the bathroom. 1.59am. Yaxlich realises it's too late. 2.00am. He changes his underpants. 2.03am. He thinks about putting a plug for Pant Aid into his post. 2.04am. He decides against it. 2.09am. He decides that removing the Pant Aid plug is too difficult. 2.10am. He questions why it has taken him 5 minutes to work that out. 2.11am. He looks at the random consonants that are lying around his keyboard and hopes that Miss Vorderman is not disapproving. 2.12am. He thinks about Miss Vorderman. 2.13am. He thinks about Miss Vorderman. 2.14am. He thinks about Miss Vorderman. 2.15am. He goes to bed.