I was a good boy yesterday – I got up at 9am, trundled around and went to bed at 10pm.
Then at 11pm something woke me up.
(Some utter, utter, utter, utter *CENSORED*, who thinks that honking his horn outside my flats at that time of night is a good idea)
Now I can't sleep.
It's now 2am, and I'm wide awake – with the prospect of a 12 hour shift starting at 6:30am. I know that I'm going to be feeling extremely grotty tomorrow, perhaps it is a good thing that I spend most of the time alone in the car.
An hour's sleep will completely refresh me for a short time, but I know I'll be paying for it later.
Right at this moment I just want to kill people. Painfully.
Still, I have taken the first step on “extending my brand”, more details of which will be revealed later next week.