Hat trick! My Roll Up The Rim To Lose score is now three for three!

I feel sluggish. It’s the typical post-show sloth that descends upon me. Hey, run in high-performance mode after dark on top of your regular weekly activities with little sleep for over a fortnight and then see what happens to you. I’ve now overslept my alarm for three days in a row. Today is my eleven-hour shift from hell day, too. I don’t have high hopes for it: yesterday was The Day That Would Never End, and that was only nine hours. Two hours more makes all the difference when you’re in retail, working at a counselling intensive job. All I want to do is order books. Why don’t the customers just let me order books? I foresee much Coca-Cola in my immediate future. And a serious chocolate run.

I have, however, managed to see friends in the evenings for two nights running. Wait – wait, there’s a name for this… oh, right: a social life.