Empty London
Well for all that I feared the 3.30am start, it wasn't that bad really. In fact I might almost be tempted to hint that I'd rather enjoyed it. It's so peaceful at that time of night, and there really is almost no traffic. Driving down Regent Street at six in the morning was remarkable, the place was almost unrecognisable and I knew that when next I drove that way it would be a hectic crush of colour, noise, people and traffic. And so it was. The main problem with being in London (or I suspect anywhere) so early, is that nothing is open, and so once I'd made my delivery I essentially had just over two hours of sitting doing nothing until I could get on with my next job. So I suppose being in London was actually advantageous because there was a little cafe open where I could get some breakfast and a cup of tea while the rest of the city woke up and came to life around me. Once nine o'clock came it was time to get on with the rest of my working day, and what an epic it was, not finishing until just after seven in the evening. Still, that means I've put in over 65 billable hours this week alone, which can't be bad. It's also been an extreme test of my recently restored balance, which has proven to be remarkably reliable given the stress my body has been under (although I spent pretty much the entire of yesterday convinced I hadn't taken my meds in the morning!).Oddly the tiredness really only hit me once during the whole week, and that was a moment this afternoon where I think sleep paralysis had set in, or I'd entered a hypnogogic state. Either way it was very weird when I tried to move my hand on the steering wheel and couldn't because my hand was part of the wheel. I have to admit though, the only reason I'm still concious this late in the evening is that I'm powered almost entirely by caffeine and sugar; in fact I'm considering buying one of those two litres bottles of coke (or maybe pepsi), and boiling it down so there's only caffeine and sugar left as a residue which I will then dry and snort like the other type of coke. I reckon that'd be a mighty effective way to get the important parts into your system and operating straight away! Not that the taste of coke (or pepsi, in fact I'm rather into pepsi at the moment. See how I utterly refuse to capitalise these brand names. I wonder why? It's probably just laziness) isn't important, I really find there to be little more refreshing, but when you work as many hours as I do it's the chemical effects that really count!
I should be getting to bed I suppose, we're back on the stall tomorrow. I've made my dislike for this more than plain over the past few weeks, and given the amount I work during the week I really don't think a weekend is much to ask for. But apparently it is.
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