Hours of sleep...not fucking enough

I woke myself up at 5am to haul the laptop in with me and attempt to type with one eye open. By 7.30 I was 75% though it and thought of the perfect excuse that there was no way I was going to submit this today and emailed the organisers. Tomorrow I promise.

I sat on the Royal Mile opposed to Inverness in the pissing rain looking like a fool and bearing my wears of two bowls, chop sticks and peanut M&M's.

Lay in the middle of a grand hall in a plush hotel waiting for everyone to return back from their adventures. Admiring the lights, dreaming of my bed and the thoughts of an early night.

Aye fucking right...I must continue to be sociable tonight with colleagues and my second Pizza Express of the week.

All in the name of flexi time and T&S payments.