Drank too much and too late afterwards though.
Woke up at 11:19, having turned off my alarm and closed my eyes again, "just for a minute or two". Brushed my teeth and pulled on not-especially clean clothes, then cycled madly to work - made it with time to spare.
My lord, who gives a shit?
Point is ...
Point is, I've been close to brain dead for the past few days, I'm not sure why.
That it's been almost exactly a year since Siya (with whom I had thought to spend the rest of my life) gave me my walking papers, though, so it's hard not to suspect that "anniversary" has something to do with it. What ifs and might-have-beens are always a bitch, aren't they?
Right. So I'm working on 5 hours (or less) sleep, the painters will be in my apartment touching up the repairs they made yesterday to the water-damage; will I be asleep when they arrive? Will I sleep through it if I am? Do I want to sleep at all today.
I have the night off. I'd like not to spend it in bed. I want to go out, talk, laugh, maybe even neck with a pretty woman in a post-chaise. And yet my little-black book is bereft of such eligible bachelorettes.
This overnight shift is starting to get to me - nobody wants to go out on a Tuesday or Wednesday night.