Night shift is evil and must be destroyed

Well, at least it was the most comfortable and coffee filled place I've ever been in for sneaky-peeking what the world's up to at stupid o'clock in the morning. But I still had a corpse vegetative moment, and I can comfortably say that from the sheer fatigue point of view I did not enjoy yesterday's shift one bit. And oi arrrrn't lookin' forward to the journey home noither. Ahah. Old TV ad's of our time. Remember that? Boating pond? Big storm? "Never known a noight loike it"? Actually I don't much remember the journey home, just overtaking our lad Spiderpig* at foolish'miles per hour.

*don't ask.

Not best pleased with MusMurder for waking me up at eight with much shouting and dad jumping; may have to experiment with this "closed bedroom door" concept. But as I woke up in the afternoon with him wrapped all over me asleep, that might reduce this house's cuteness concept. At least my other daytime visitor (hello hello whereever you are) had the decency to knock quietly and leave the envelope containing money (mwahahahahah) on the mat when it turned out that all was corpsed inside. This late waking business has cost me getting over to Thorne to get rid of that damned lump of non-working motorcycle that is STILL in my boot, damn the busy fairies, hateful that they are.