So. I was at work until midnight yesterday, which means a working day of pretty much exactly 16 hours. Is that good, I wonder?
Hence, very little sleep. Bed at one, up again at six. I need more than four-and-a-half hours…
On the other hand, my father’s in town for a two-day meeting, which means cider at The Dubliner and a good meal this evening. Yay.
Voice in my head: Avril Lavigne – Nobody’s Fool