Down and out in Tokyo


I didn’t sleep much on the plane. That wasn’t the plane’s fault; it was a silky smooth take off, so smooth I didn’t realise we were airborne. Definitely Boeing did something right when they built the 787. However, I was crammed in next to a small child, one equipped with a horror movie voice. “I love mumy country” she repeated again and again.

So I didn’t sleep much, then I went to the office only to arrive before anyone else did (except the cleaner, who helpfully got me through into the lobby. So much for security.

So today I had flashnacks tpflashbacks to university lectures, where I would black ,del>oitout for a split second then find my head draped on the seat next to me after I’d had a microsleep.

Ir was bad enough that at lunchtime, my eyes drooped. But then I has to deal with tyoing and with modern life. It’s just tonight I keep losing the ability to reasread, (plus I could swear I’d which in turn makes it almost impossible to wrote. AaAs soon as possible, I’m off to bed.

Looking at this post this morning, now I can see, I realise it doesn’t make that much sense. Oh, the joy of exhaustion/going cross eyed/auditory hallucinations. And it wasn’t even that late…


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