I demand caffeine

[caddyman]

I nearly slept through Euston this morning, which would have been embarrassing. Since I moved to the Athenaeum Club I have not missed a stop on the Tube through tiredness, but this morning was nearly the first. One Starbucks’ latte with an extras shot, and two standard coffees later, I still just want to go to sleep. To add to the fun, I left my glasses at home together with the various cold remedies I acquired yesterday (except for the Olbas inhaler).

It’s going to be a long day; I need to get to sleep earlier tonight.

The Monster is arsing around again, though I can’t bring myself to care and tonight, instead of watching the European Cup Final, which I should rather have liked to have seen (I missed last year’s classic wasting my time and money enduring the last Star Wars movie), I have committed to going to this ukulele orchestra thing found by colonel_maxim. I hope I can stay awake. I believe the aim is to meet himself and ellefurtle somewhere in Camden Town, an area with which I am notoriously unfamiliar and go to a pub. Tiredness, alcohol and a lack of area knowledge conspire to make me less than confident of my ability to arrive on time, pay attention or even stay awake. We shall see.

Oh well. Back to work: let’s see if I can think of a fourth way of saying the same thing to keep the Monster happy; another redraft. Oh joy.

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[bluesman.livejournal.com]

I'm glad I'm not the only one feeling completely knackered at work lately, despite dangerously high concentrations of caffeine dumped into my gut several times a day.

Was out late on Monday (anniversary dinner), last night (playing Christian Delta blues for recovering addicts in the desert) and will be tonight too (worship team rehearsal, and the bassist is a frustrating disaster), so tomorrow it won't be feasible for anyone here to expect work or coherence from me.

Camden Town, ah, one of my old haunts, especially the weekend market. Think of me this evening as you sink a pint and listen to ukuleles.