[m i a o w] the cat

My allnighter the other night (so I made it to about 3.30am) wrecked me yesterday but I stayed valiantly awake until about half past nine, and then passed out. Now I’ve woken up at ten to seven in the morning, and instead of lying there ruminating I have prised myself out of bed (it’s easier when there’s no one else in it - M sleeps in spare room til his back is better) and have even opened my work files. I’m worried. Will I be able to live up to myself tomorrow? Surely.

My early rising is an attempt to get some work done before heading off to the cinema to see the third LOTR - that should wake me up! Haven’t ever been to the cinemas here before.