B.O.B

The window next to me is wide open in an attempt to clear some of the smoke. I’m bloody freezing, but I want to keep smoking my cigar. We’re watching Band of Brothers, drinking beer and just chatting, putting the world to rights. I’m trying to relax and enjoy the company of my friends, but all can think about is how I’m in the office tomorrow and the mammoth amount of emails and other shit I have to work through.

Oh well, it’ll get done and no amount of worrying will help.

UPDATE

It’s now 00:26 on Tuesday and I can safely say that none of the work got done in the end. I stayed up Sunday night until about 2 am, before our host passed out on the sofa and then pissed off to bed. I was left to find a place to sleep, and since I had to be up in about 7 hours, it was imperative that I got at least a couple of good hours rest. I decided that  my choice of chair would not result in even a slightly good nights sleep. I instead improvised and pulled two chairs together and slept across them. It kind of worked, but the slumber I got could hardly be considered as good. I recall waking up at about 4 am, my arm, unlike the rest of me, had completely gone to sleep and my neck was having some kind of spasm. After about two hours of dreadful, very restless sleep, I was again woken, this time by our hosts sister and brother, one preparing for school, the other for work. I lay there, listening to them walk around, pondering how much time I would allow on average each morning, before I had to leave the house. I had concluded that I would leave about an hour, most people would do the same, so I had an hour, maybe an hour and a half of laying on those two chairs, with my eyes closed and listening to them move about before they left.

I finally got up at 9.30 and our host drove me home. I had a quick breakfast of bacon and eggs with a slice of toast and three cups of coffee, before I had to leave for work. I spent the whole day taking calls, I answered about 4 emails and got rid of one of my negative balance cases. So now, as I said at the beginning, it’s 00:26 and I am going to leave it there, my bed is big and warm and the mere thought of it fills me with a sense of sleepy comfort. Compared to those two chairs in that smoke filled flat, my bed is a fluffy cloud worthy of heaven itself.

Good night.