I am not a morning person at the best of times, but currently waking up is somewhat similar to a near death experience, in that it feels like I am very nearly experiencing death.
This is, admittedly, pretty much my own fault. For the entirety of October I am working evenings as well as daytimes, partly because the day job doesn't quite manage to suck all the soul from my life but mostly because - while I don't have any particular attachment to money in itself - I am rather fond of exchanging it for goods and services and I do have a rather all-consuming addiction to notebooks and also inks.
Yesterday I was in the office until 5pm, then I took the 17.46 train home. I got in at about 18.25, then left five minutes later for Workday Part II (The Monotonous Edition). I got back at 9pm, at which point I had food and then did evening-job-related paperwork. I did a lot of paperwork. I did paperwork until two in the morning.
Tonight I will likely be doing, roughly the same, but - hopefully - with significantly less paperwork and then, if at all possible, I will not be out on Thursday because I worry how near one must become before that 'near death experience' becomes simply a 'death experience'.
Which is, in all, a roundabout explanation for my lack of productivity in any fashion, making this a placeholder post to say: rumours of my death have been ... entirely understandable.
