Pro-Tip: King-size duvets on a double bed are the absolute business.
7.00am: I think to myself, “I’ve got plenty of time, I’ll just have another five minutes here in my nice warm bed.”
7.25am: Wake up. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCK!
Aaaaaand suddenly it’s half past midnight. I suck at going to bed when I intend to.
I think this TweetStats graph shows quite conclusively that I really struggle to get out of bed before midday on the weekends.
09.07.08
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bed, drinking, sleep, text, tldr, work, tumbling about tumbling,
I’m so exhausted right now, it’s not even funny. I was out all day yesterday for work, in a restaurant and bar, so was a touch drunk by the time I got home around 10ish. All in the name of duty!
If memory serves, I was on the phone to my dad for about half an hour while in the middle of Wimbledon, waiting for a bus. Not quite sure what the conversation was about. Ho-hum.
By the time I munched (kebab, standard boozing fare) and went upstairs, it was nearly midnight, yet my drunken brain thought that it would be a good idea to open up the laptop and do some blogging/emailing. Mistake.
Suddenly it’s gone 1.30, and I’ve got to be up again at 6.30. Even then, I couldn’t get to sleep properly, and woke up early with a bit of a hangover and a mouth feeling like I’d licked a camel’s backside. So I probably managed about 4 hours of sleep in total.
Today was basically a write-off at work. Thankfully, it was a quiet day anyway, so my all-round slacking was unnoticed. And the boss was away too…
Now, I’m torn between going for a bath and just crashing into bed. I could do with the sleep, but I do like a good bath. Bed’s going to win though. I can feel my eyelids already getting heavy.
I am so much more clever in the shower than anywhere else. Showers leave me feeling clean and depressed that I didn’t think of all of those comebacks/responses earlier when they were needed.
My two favourite places in the world are shower and bed. Not necessarily my shower and bed, but any shower and any bed. I do all my thinking in these two places, along with relaxing and [fnarr fnarr] other things.
I’m utterly unable to contemplate facing the world until I’ve had a shower, and that usually means getting out of bed first. I spend forever in the shower, which usually results in me having to rush around after to leave the house on time, in the process getting all hot and bothered and undoing the good work of the shower.
Dammit, now I want a shower, and I’ve got a 40-minute train ride before I get home!
Reblogged from: whydoihaveablog
Originally posted on: Wait, what.
