Last night I received my first 2am call.
“Hey lover, I’m not well, can you go make me a boiled water with lemon?”
To say I was in a deep sleep at the time is an understatement — while I tend to not sleep much, when I do, I sleep like the dead — and while I vaguely remember going down and making the drink, what I remember more is the following day.
During the day after I was like a bear with a sore paw… no hang on, more like a bear that had had three paws sawed off with a blunt saw. My grumpiness was compounded by a pressing deadline of 40 Saigon hotel reviews… bleah
As S pointed out later on, I guess it’s a training session for what is to come…
Can’t wait
Sleep what is that!?
I have slept through one night in the past 3.5 years!
Kel on the other hand has probably slept through about 1200 nights in that time.