Journey to the end of the night

My eyes are rotating back in my head. My skull is a size too small. Did I mention that I’m a bit jet lagged?
The day went well – I solved various problems, revelling in the peace and quiet of being half the world away. Even when I got the bus back from the office this evening, I didn’t feel too bad. Then it struck me like a ton of bricks as I got in the door, and I’ve been fighting off sleep ever since.

Well, no more. Until the morning

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