I watched the first episode of the second series of Lost. I thought about staying up to watch the second one but midnight was just a little bit too late for me. Anyway, you know what it’s like, by the time you actually get to bed and get to sleep, time is ticking on.
That means, this morning I am tired. I set the alarm to get up to go to the gym, but went straight back to bed. Another hour’s sleep.
Weirdly, in my head, in my sleep, in my dreams, I was doing all the things I needed to do today. The gym. Some revision. An extra hour at work. And then I woke up and realised it was all still ahead of me. Don’t you hate it when that happens?