August 27th 2017
Today I’m basically falling asleep on the sofa at a family barbecue. I’m running on two hours sleep, and a stinking hangover. I went to sleep at 6:15am last night. It was bright out.
For some as yet undiscovered reason we stayed up until 6am to watch a boxing match. Fucking time zones. And, because it was basically fucking day time outside and the curtains in my mate’s bedroom did such a poor job of keeping the sun out, I still woke up at just gone 8am.
Fourteen hours later, after two hours sleep at the end of a twenty two hour day, I’m exhausted. I’m the designated driver at this family BBQ so I have to stay up, sober, until people are ready to go home. To be fair, they keep telling me to go have a quick power nap, but I feel like that’s against the rules.
On the plus side, there was a plate of halloumi. (Unfortunately, I had to share it)
I also think that recovering from the hangover would be easier if I could just sleep for the next twenty to twenty four days. On the plus side, it’s a bank holiday tomorrow so i can probably get a solid sixteen hours sleep.
Until tomorrow, that’s exactly what I plan to do.