Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

I staggered into work for 9.50am this morning. Which isn't fatal because of flexitime but really, not my favourite start time, it means having to work later. It's entirely self-inflicted though, so I can't complain. I closed my eyes for "a few mins" around 7.30pm last night...and woke up at 11pm. Ooopski. Watched The West Wing for a bit and then crashed again around 4am. It would seem that two blocks of 4 hours sleep really doesn't leave me bright eyed and bushey tailed. Who knew?

Mind you, those that know and love me are well aware that on any given Monday, no-one's going to be able to tell the difference between me sleepy and extra-sleepy :D

*trundles off to mainline tea*