I was up late last night, mainly concerned about an old friend who seems to be in a bad way. Managed to get to sleep at 3.30 or so, then woke at 7.15 and wandered how I’d managed to sleep through my alarm. Dressing in a hurry, I dashed downstairs to see Ramon walking naked back from the shower, not what I wanted to see first thing in the morning.
It was after brushing my teeth and making coffee that I realised I didn’t start work until 9, as I have for the last five months or so. Couldn’t go back to bed at that point, so I watched an Eddy Izzard DVD for an hour before setting off down the hill to the office.
Having had less than four hours sleep and only four and a half the previous night, I wasn’t feeling at my best. At about 9.30 I had a call where I got halfway through before forgetting what I was doing and reciting “How can I help you” like a parrot. The woman asked if she could speak to someone else. Sleep deprivation, kids, not a good idea.
Lunchtime I went swimming again, though I suspected it wasn’t a good idea as I was still in a daze. Managed to swim 16 lengths or so, but then started to feel really sick, so got out and sat in the office eating cake for a while.
The afternoon was bearable only because I knew I had two days off at the end of it. Some twat said “Excuse me, but don’t you think your manner is a bit brusque?” without a hint of irony.
Now I’m home, sleep for real this time.

I did a meme. Sorry.

What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
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