Thank God for Fridays! I’m dog tired, aching all over, but I am determined to stay awake at least past midnight because… well, because I can. Because this is my time. If there’s one thing (apart from commuting) that I detest about an office job, it’s the way it robs me of my nights. I love night time, I’m at my most efficient at around 2am. But with having to wake up at 7am on most mornings these days, it makes it physically impossible for me to get much enjoyment of night time.
I think it’s complete rubbish when people say that anyone can ‘train’ themselves into being a morning person. No matter how many years I went to classes starting at 8am at school, or how many years of 9am office starts I’ve had, each and every morning has always been absolute torture. There are plenty of people who get up at the crack of dawn and claim that that’s when they feel their brightest – even at weekends. As far as I’m concerned, they can keep their mornings… Just give me the quiet calm of the night time. When my thoughts are at their sharpest and when ideas flow.
But yes, right now I’m not really enjoying my achy existence. My mind wants to stay up and is bursting with things I’d want to get doing, but my body is so very tired that I will have to give into it soon. What a waste.
Tomorrow I’m braving Ikea for the first time in a long time. And quite appropriately, the purpose of the trip is to upgrade some of our bedding, like duvets and stuff. New fluffy, soft and clean bedding is one of those things that makes everyday life a little bit more enjoyable, luxurious and, well, more bearable.