Once again I am so ridiculously tired that I can barely keep my eyes open. It took me ages to get to sleep last night and I’m not even sure why. OK, so it was bar night, but for once they weren’t even that loud. No, it wasn’t noise that was keeping me awake. I just was.
When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamed that I went back to my old junior school for some reason. Then one of the teachers asked me to take two girls up to another classroom and read to them. Except it turned out the classroom we were sent to was next door to the music room, in which someone was playing drums, so instead of reading “The Cat in the Hat” we ended up talking about all the things that had changed since I went to that school. During the course of the discussion the girls decided they were going to stay behind after school to show me around, which they duly did. While they were showing me round we bumped into my old year 3 teacher, who was apparantly still working there – except in real life I’m pretty sure she retired and then died while my brother was still at that school. Which wouldn’t surprise me – she was pretty old when I was there, and not in that “all teachers are old when you’re 7” type way either. This woman really was much older than the rest of the teachers. Hmm, not really sure what brought that dream on.
Then when my alarm woke me up at 6:30 this morning I was convinced I was late for work… for my job in a sausage stuffing factory. Umm, what?? Once I’d managed to convince myself that this was not, in fact, the case I decided showering every single day is overrated and I’d rather spend an extra 15 minutes in bed then wash the important bits over the sink. An excellent decision I feel. Still tired though… 15 extra minutes in the morning just isn’t enough to make up for 2 hours of wakefulness the night before. And I didn’t even manage to get to bed til 10 past 11 so you work out how many hours of sleep I got. Aaah.
Oh well, off to work I go. For some reason I’m very glad this is Friday…