It's Saturday morning, 7am and I'm up. Damn. I suppose my body is all 'you've had eight hours sleep, more than you usually get, now, out of bed!' The past couple of weeks on early shifts has given me a good idea, at least at this part of the year, what happens at what time. When I awoke, I knew it was 6.30am, got up to check, and sure enough, it was. I know 'cause at 4am it's dark and quiet, and 4.25am when I leave the house it's dark and quiet (unless my iPod decides to play Master of Puppets), when I get to work at 5am it's dark and quiet, when I sometimes pop out at 6am to get a V from the bakery across the road, it's dark and quiet. So to wake up to dark and birds chirping, I figured it was 6.30am, and no later, cause at 7am it's dark but with hungry cats meiowing.

Our friend Ice McGunface broke the terms of his bail - he was under 24-hour curfew at his place, and he wasn't there when the police checked - and they apparently don't think he is going to turn up to his hearing on Wednesday.So combine that with the deleting of his Facebook, and I guess he's trying to disappear or something.

It would suck, for him, if someone who worked in the newsroom of a television station happened to get a hold of any incriminating photographs...

There's nothing on TV at this hour of Saturday morning. TV One's Best of Breakfast is pretty lame, and as often happens in times of crap TV, I've landed on Fox News. It's amusing to hear the presenters twist everything to suit their station's views, sometimes blatantly, but sometimes more subtly and awkwardly. Like the guy on now, struggling and hesitating to describe global warming as, at the very least, 'partly' man's fault.

Being up this early on a Saturday sucks.

I've been doing a little googling on ways to (a) get to sleep and (b) stay asleep. My doc's given me some temazepam tablets which, on one night's experience, seem to slowly get me to sleep in the first place, but once I wake up in the middle of the night, I'm back where I started.

After a couple of hours I went back to sleep, then woke again in the seven-somethings, and was still awake when tariqa  left about 8.20. Knowing that my doc's plan was for me to get two solid nights of sleep in to catch up on what I've lost before trying sleep without the pills, I thought, 'fuck it' and took another.

I lay around for a while wondering when it was going to work, looked up at the clock and it was 11am. Oh. Not bad. I only wish it didn't have such a short half-life. It seems you're meant to take it half an hour before retiring, which I wasn't told, which would explain why I was getting annoyed last night that it 'wasn't yet working'.

But once you take the cost of a doctor visit plus the prescription, these pills cost me $3 each, so I don't want to go wasting them. Maybe 10mg isn't enough for me, but I don't really want to find out without doc approval.

So this morning I've been doing a little research myself, and some people say eating a banana before bed helps, because it contains tryptophan. Per 100g it doesn't seem like bananas have a lot though, which led me to wonder, how heavy is the average banana? A google search gave me the answer, "There is nothing average about the king on fruits!" Hmm, thanks internet.

But cheese seems to be where it's at; 'cause I know most of you aren't going to click that link, I'll provide the quote that's sold me on cheese.

But they reported that the type of cheese you choose can affect the dreams you have. When it came to dream type, it seemed that Stilton caused the most crazy dreams, with 75 per cent of men and 85 per cent of women eating Stilton experiencing odd and vivid dreams.

Awesome.But seriously, cheese is loaded with tryptophan. But of course, we all know if I eat cheese every night before bed, I'm effectively wiping out my tax cut.

To be honest, I wouldn't even care so much about the lack of sleep if it didn't come simultaneously with a mad headache I've had for almost a week.