Anyhow. I’m tired. I kept nodding off on the bus on the way back home. I’d go to bed right now, but tomorrow is a very long, hard day at work (they all are, these days) and I don’t want to suddenly wake up and have to go to work. What, and lose all this free time I have? I don’t think so. I want to forget all about work, which means staying up and doing nothing much and knowing that I’m being stupid.
November ended. December didn’t realise. Bleak is what it is.