Sunday swings back around like a daggered pendulum. You don’t need to look hard to see the words ‘you have work tomorrow’ jizzed all over it.
Throwing cold water on my face I regretted catching the train back to Leeds yesterday. 2-ish hours spent sitting down doing nothing drained all my energy. ‘I’ll definitely clean my room/do some washing/function with apparent sentience’. “Lol” No you fucking won’t. You’ll have a nap at 2pm and wake up at 3.45 am Sunday morning. Then you’ll outright rebel against the act of getting up at 3.45 and sleep till 10am.
Now, throwing cold water on my face I regretted spending 16hrs asleep yesterday, it’s drained all my energy. ‘I’ll definitely make that former for work/write that presentation/function with apparent sentience’. “Lol”. No you fucking won’t. You’re going for beer in 20 minutes…why do you bother feeding yourself these pro-active stories anyway?
If you need some motivation to unstrap yourself from the hangover-hanglider and free-fall into normal, everyday ‘sesnsation-seeking’ dick-headism, listen to these:
Japandroids – The House That Heaven Built
Bloc Party – Octopus (RAC Remix)
Tall Ships – Gallop
The 1975 – The City