Waking up on the floor sucks

I have the occasional tendancy to get dizzy if I'm hot, dehydrated and standing up. It's my body's way of saying "hey, something's not right here, sit the fuck down before I force you to lie down by making you unconcious". Unfortunately when I get to this stage I sometimes ignore this message. One memorable example happened last year on 4th November.

I had just finished my last HSC exam, and with fortunate timing Tommy Emmanuel was playing at the Ex-Services Club that night, so I went to see him with my friend McLemon. As we were lining up to go in, I started feeling dizzy and sat down. Then everyone started going in, so rather than doing the sensible thing and staying seated for another few minutes, I got up and stated walking in. The next thing I know I'm lying on the floor just inside the door and my nose really hurts. That afternoon I'd had a couple of beers, plus another one just before we went in, and as I regained conciousness the first thing that went through my mind was "fuck, I must have drunk too much. Now I've made an idiot of myself". Then came the realisation that I'd hardly drunk anything, and I thought "I'm not drunk but they're going to think I am and kick me out". Luckily they didn't, and I revived enough to enjoy the show.

It happened again this morning. My alarm woke me up (I set it even on weekends, so I don't spend the whole day asleep) and pressed the snooze button repeatedly for an hour or so, then turned it off and slept for another half an hour. When I got up I still felt tired. I started to make breakfast but then decided to take a slash first. The last thing I remember doing is washing my hands, before I woke up lying on the floor, confused, with a sore back. I'm just glad I didn't slash my head open on the secateurs that were propped up nearby.

It sucked.

But enough about my brush with a slashed head. I have news! Sort of. I have done a remix of Syd Barrett's song Effervescing Elephant. It is here. You download, yes?