The Demands of Daytime Life

I feel so tired. It's not as if I've been awake long either. Yesterday, I went to sleep at 10am, awoke at 9pm for another "fun-filled" night at work, (I'll get to that), so I can be as awake as possible for our tough 2nd round league cup encounter against Renhold this morning. A deja vu of last week, if you remember.

Nope, I'm not feeling it this morning at all. I've had a tough night. I knew it was going to be slightly easier than the frivoloties of last night. Tonight, there would be 3 of us! 3! I feel honoured! I'd have settled for 2 after last night, but the 2 they had given me was His Royal Dopeness The Wall and Mr.Grumpy. Mr.Grumpy is one of the "new" people, despite his appearance as a BP employee for nearly 3 months now. Mr.Grumpy speaks so quietly and grumpily that you have no option to just say "yeah" and hope the question wasn't, "Can I go now?" Still, he is better than The Wall, who's excuse making tonight was top-notch. He claimed he had no time to complete his duties. I was about to tell him that the reasoning behind it was his pace, which is about as fast as a disabled tortoise with a damaged foot. Still, it could have been worse, the Evil One, (manageress), was in a positively delightful mood despite her appearance at the garage sparking a Police matter in the office. I kept well away.

Ahh, I really don't want to play this morning. Not even the usual 3 cans of Red Bull and a few Pro Plus can wake me up sufficiently for the demands of the morning. As with last week, I would rather pull the covers up over my eyes and fall out of love with the waking world. If I say I don't want to play, Father Mitten will be fuming as will the team-mates. The one bad thing about having no competition as a goalkeeper is that you're completely relied upon to turn up week-in, week-out, without fail. Sigh...

21st November, they'll have to find someone else though, because I'm off to enjoy the company of The Angry One up in Manchester for the weekend. I need to use a few days off, so what better way than a trek up the M6 to enjoy the druggy delights of Manc Land for the weekend. I promise, no drugs will be consumed. Just everyone there seems to offer you "Charlie". I refer you to an earlier post, named 'Preconceptions'. Good promotion there.

Current time, 08:05. Another 5 hours realistically until I can go to sleep. Oh, how I wish those 5 hours would die.

Bye x