Its normally a 7am Wake and roll out of bed, hoping the fall to the floor will add to the efforts of my alarm...then...biscuits in the dog bowl, make a cup of scum, piss, dress, brush hair with fingers whilst catching my reflection briefly, in the lounge mirror as I rush past, probably swearing...hope the rat dog hasn't hidden my shoes, drink tea...walk briskly to the train station...As I am often still mildly hazy in the mind, and sodden with vodka in the body and heart, it takes me a while to wake fully. The first 30 minutes at work, are always the most dangerous, as I am feral. In terms of feeling and thought...Lacking even my more normal semblance of restraint. Still, the fuckers I work amongst generally seem entertained enough...The reason for this lengthy period of moving truly into the waking realm is not down to drugs or drink, but more rooted in the fact that for much of my 30 years I have slept from 2am-11am...many years of such a routine...so at 7am, history has taught my system to SLEEP...tomorrow my mood will be foul if Iemerge from my slumber early and watch 29 minutes of the israelites running amok. Forza Juve...Maybe I could get away with going in slightly late...just so i catch all the first half. I will judge whether its worth it on the first half hour