Chronologically Confused

And for once I don't mean in the musical sense, although I do find myself flicking through the tracks of what I think I'm going to start calling the "golden quarter-century" (1964-1989)

No, it's my sleeping pattern, which once again is wrecked... I dozed off in mid-afternoon, leaving the heating on, and woke up five and a half hours later sweating to death and feeling pretty grotty. Didn't feel like doing anything much after that, so that's another day where all I've done pretty much is work and sleep. The original plan was to get through the pile of ironing I have while watching some fantastic TV I've got on my Sky+ box - but then the original plan was scuppered by a much harder working day than I expected, and probably by that lovely London Porter beer from Greenwich I had a glass of when I got home. I had earned it, though, I felt!

I didn't get much sleep last night either, due to Groupie coming over - but I am in no way complaining about that, I'd not seen her for days and it was lovely sitting on the sofa sharing brandy flavoured coffee with her and having a laugh. Seriously, we should just start a tape recorder running and mine it for possible publication as a podcast, some of the the things we get talking about.

It's just the side effect of having to get up for work at 05.00. I've always dealt with this by sleeping in late afternoon ("four hours in the day and four in the night") but I keep thinking to myself I shouldn't be doing this as I have a history of waking up and thinking "well, that's the day almost over, no point in doing anything else now". Then I tend to think of the day as wasted, despite the fact I've been at work all day - but I tend to think of that as not counting towards anything.

Maybe I should think about seeking alternative employment. Or maybe I should stop being so hard on myself.