With the very best of intentions, there was no way I was going to get an early night last night no matter how hard I may try. I'd forgotten I was supposed to meet and hang out with a friend's Malaysian travelling friend who had arrived last week and I'd offered to babysit, as it were, while she went to a class. They arrived at six o'clock with a bag full of booze and a nice, polite, smart, interactive companion for the evening. Daughter, visitor and I spent most of the time laughing at the Wii I've borrowed from my brother and chatting about his travels and work and life in general. He's a nice guy and we got on well.
Unfortunately, our mutual friend didn't return from her class until around eleven, which was already two hours later than I'd liked to have put my head down. I'd planned the evening so badly I was really quite hungry by the time they left half an hour later so I had some pasta and a final bottle of beer, watched the end of Total Recall and eventually got to sleep just before half past midnight.
On top of feeling really tired anyway, I now feel like a stoned zombie downing Nytol with its head wrapped in pillows and whose thirst for brains is being steadily eroded and replaced with a thirst for Tempur mattresses and 15-tog duvets. Mmmmm... Metaphor...
I've forewarned daughter that I'll probably come straight home from work and jump into her bed for a couple of hours sleep. I must must must get this back under control because it's really effecting my motivation and enthusiasm for life. The only thing I can do to make it better is sleep more and, starting today, that's absolutely positively what I intend to do from now on including today and for the foreseeable future until I'm less tired and able to string coherent sentences together.
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