What a crazy weekend. I'm hoping I don't see many more like that. It's the bitter pill of excited anticipation. And it's not an anti-climax. But it's nuts. It's all so much more beyond me. On Saturday I came home at 3am, after a ridiculously long night. Then on Sunday morning I slept at 6am because I was absolutely buzzing. So of course, come to Monday and I am absolutely laced. I am tired and passing in and out of consciousness at my desk.
I've got a little bit to do at work today. But I'm hoping for a quiet day. I just want to go home, go to sleep early and forget about this. God, am I still hungover? I hope not. Please let there be no meetings. I suppose I can run faster and longer when I'm not on stimulants. Who would have guessed? Hahaha, not me! I need a week to recover. Just gotta wake the hell up. Man. What the hell am I saying? This is all nuts. I think I may need to stop this one early to save all of us a bit of misery.
It's 2015? Holy shit. Is this a case of who blinks first? Cause if it is, my eyes are already closed. Lost before I even began. Am I just slower now? Am I getting older? Or is this just because the gradient is a factor?
I recall the days before my smartphone. Well the days before any mobile phone really. People multitask and use the phone as a distraction. But I didn't have that. I had nothing. I would be trapped in the car for hours. Hours and hours. Nothing to do to entertain myself except my own mind and my observational skills. I would people watch and make up dialogue and back stories for people. So yeah, I have great patience. I can't get bored. The phone doesn't enhance anything of that sort for me.
Yes I know what time it is. Still 90 minutes to go. At least I have things to keep me busy!
So busy that the day is done!
Joaquin out.
