What a ridiculous state of affairs, not even 8 in the am and I'm up and typing and everything. I'm even off work today.
My own fault. I can't sleep hungry. I thought the bag of chips and quarter pounder with cheese from the chipper would keep me going last evening, but the pangs started in the middle of the night, so had to rouse myself for some cereal.
Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes and Weetabix in a glorious combination. Try it. Honestly. It works.
So here I am, planning what to do with myself for the morning and the afternoon. This evening goes the introduction back to student life, only this time I'm seeing it from the top down. Mes nerfs!
Hopefully all will pass smoothly though, and I'll take on academia and kick its learned ass.
I see the rain is out, and the girls have started wearing the big coats again. I'm always relieved to see 'big coat Monday,' as nobody but me calls it. It's the day where the young ones realise it's too cold for the skimpier garments.
That's not to say I don't have heterosexual blood, it's just that the winter is a comfort to me. I'm strange like that. Nothing like the cold and crisp air.
So yeah, seems I'm gone past the stage of being able to go back to bed. I'll sleep tonight.