The Importance of Being Idle

We've Been Expecting You

So last night I had this dream that I was living at home, or I suppose my parents house. And it was just me and my bro, but oddly I still had the job I have now and I had to get up at 4.20am (which I did in real life too, to do deliveries to King's Lynn) except in the dream I didn't wake up until 6.58, by which point I should have made my first two or three deliveries. In my dream I leapt out of bed in a panic, grabbing for my work phone to call the boss and explain I was late and my brother said "it's nearly seven" unhelpfully from his room (which oddly was his room as a kid, the box room, not the room he occupies now which was my room when we were kids). Then I woke up with my heart pounding exactly as in the dream to discover it was... just a few minutes before my alarm was due to go off. So that was how my day started.
Actually other than that it went okay, and weather wise it's been beautiful, so I've little to complain about there, although even with the early finish I seem to have managed to do not one single thing this afternoon. I've got another two days of these early deliveries, so by Wednesday I'm gonna be knackered, sleeping in the afternoon, and possibly hallucinating. Yay. I do love not having either enough sleep or enough caffeine!

posted by BadMonkey @ 7:15 PM