Last night I had a bit of a stomach problem and didn’t get to bed until a bit after 3am. I know that because at 3am I came out of the bathroom and found Chas downstairs in the kitchen eating weetabix and watching crappy programmes on the TV. I woke up feeling an urgent need to visit the bathroom again. I tried to ignore it for a bit but eventually decided I would have to get up. I rolled over and saw the time. 5am. So I was in bed for less than two hours and probably slept for about 90 minutes or so.
I decided it was not worth trying to get an extra half hour’s kip and just caught an earlier train to work, arriving while the night shift were still there.
The only thing I don’t understand is why I don’t feel too tired now at 11pm the next day. Its bound to catch up with me soon.
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