15th August
I yawn.
Punter: Wake up.
Me: Why? Nothing good comes of waking up.
Punter: You might think that, but as soon as you've put your feet on the floor, you have the chance to try again.
Dear God, he's right. Where there's life there's hope, I suppose. My day was more pleasant than this exchange suggests, by the way. As I expected, there was novelty value in returning to work, although I remain resolutely "not a morning person". For pretty much the entirety of the hour after I wake up, the best case scenario is that I'm bewildered and self-loathing. I do at least get to ease my way into the working day, as it transpires that betting shops in the suburbs are not deluged at 9 o clock in the morning.
Anyway, when I look back on these blogs to judge my wildly fluctuating moods, let the record show that today was ok. I'm still trying to take things one step at a time, stay in the moment, all that sort of thing.
Punter: Wake up.
Me: Why? Nothing good comes of waking up.
Punter: You might think that, but as soon as you've put your feet on the floor, you have the chance to try again.
Dear God, he's right. Where there's life there's hope, I suppose. My day was more pleasant than this exchange suggests, by the way. As I expected, there was novelty value in returning to work, although I remain resolutely "not a morning person". For pretty much the entirety of the hour after I wake up, the best case scenario is that I'm bewildered and self-loathing. I do at least get to ease my way into the working day, as it transpires that betting shops in the suburbs are not deluged at 9 o clock in the morning.
Anyway, when I look back on these blogs to judge my wildly fluctuating moods, let the record show that today was ok. I'm still trying to take things one step at a time, stay in the moment, all that sort of thing.
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