I'm fucked

Officially. Completely fucked.

I've kind of done it to myself though and that's the kicker. Getting up this morning after another 5 hours (or less) sleep felt like an impossible task. If Dave hadn't stayed up working and come and started telling me to get up I probably would have turned my phone off and slept right through until well after lunch. I say that but Craig would have probably driven over to my house and been banging on the windows until I came raging out of the house with either a knife or a biro, whichever came to hand first. Yes, I'd attack him for waking me up lol.

So now I'm on a break and have a good 6 hours ahead of me, unless I can persuade someone to take over so I can come home... I might resort to begging. Later on I'm having the guys round for a gaming night but unless I can get some sleep before then I'm just going to be a vegetable sat in the corner somewhere. Plus I need to go to Thorntons in Stockport for some chocolate pellets for my chocolate fondu kit... oh yes it's worth losing the sleep.

Fridays are busy. It's a lovely day... why oh why did I ask for a day shift today? Why didn't I ask for the day off? :'( Goddamnit!