Then go to the pub, again to ostensibly relax but once again doing something. Then I get home, eat, and it's time to sleep before work starts. Where the hell did the time go?


Ah, welcome to my walk of life.

I find that a diary, and on odd occasion, acquiring the ability to say 'No-if-I-don't-get-some-rest-soon-I'll-need-more-places-to-hide-the-bodies' can go quite a long way. ;)