The Wasted Night

I am angry with myself.

I have lots of work to do. I have had a busy week of gigs plus full time work.

This evening I had planned what I would be doing. It involved being at my desk almost as soon as I’d gotten home from my desk job.

this I did, but unfortunately, whilst at the second desk of the day I had to do some work. This seemed too much like hard…work and I was stupidly tired (a week of gigs and then 8am starts have taken their toll).

so at about 6pm I went for a wee nap. Just a quick lie down.

I woke up at eleven pm. I am now groggy, have done absolutely nothing and can think of nothing to say except for.

Wha?

I had lots of dreams, as usuaul my dreams were all dull, one involved going to the shop and buying bread. I have no idea what this could mean, except I have just checked, and I’m out of bread….spooky.