I've been very tired lately. I told you on Tuesday of my zombie-like state on Monday morning, walking past 3 buses into the train station, buying my tickets, then being surprised when directed to board a waiting bus. I'm not sure why my brain never made the connection, there are never normally buses outside the train station. Anyhow, I'm coming home on the train tonight, and it was real busy, lots of people standing. After a while I saw a mate waving at me from down the carriage. Ten minutes later he got a seat beside me, after loads of people had disembarked at a station. He said I'd looked at him loads of times and he'd been waving, but to no avail. Apparently my eyes were rolling and stuff.
So, I not only feel tired, but I clearly look tired as well. That's reassuring. Not only have I been yawning all day long, but my eyes are rolling around too... great! It's these 6am starts. I just can't get used to them again after 4 weeks getting up at 7:30am. I like my regular sleep patterns. I figure I need 8 hours in bed or I'm useless. That's a lot. Apparently Margaret Thatcher could make do with 3 or 4, but then she had Arthur Scargill to deal with.
What I really want to do is get drunk. It's clearly needed, I haven't had a proper drink since September I would say. Just a few nice drinks in pleasant company, having a laugh. All work and no play makes "Me" a dull boy! Just another week to go though and then I'll be on hiatus till January... yay! If only I had some money?
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