One thirty or so

One thirty in the morning and I just got home from work. It's as though the whole Dayworking thing has tried to take a page from my normal habits. Where they went wrong was in making me start the workday in the day, rather than the early evening.

I'm exhausted, of course, but kind of keyed up. Keyed up and more than a little vacuous. I was painfully aware of being incredibly voluble for the last few hours I was there, but unable to stop myself from chittering on and on about whatever inane thought floated into my head. I was a squirrel with language.

I kind of hate it when I get like that. Some reasoning, thinking part of me remains, and watches the rest of me with something like horror or disgust.

Pretty sure I talked for something like 20 minutes about the Beatles' failed audition for Decca records, just a few months before they did a similar audition for George Martin and things got moving. I even played the failed audition out loud in the room, talking about this track or that, or why Paul McCartney tried so hard to sound like Elvis, or how astounding it still is to me that George Martin heard pretty much the same performance and decided that he would hire them, but that they had to lose the drummer.

Oh, my god: I almost just did the whole thing again. Pity me, Blogreader. I am looping myself.

Now I am truly workled in the sense Anna MR (available in the links section) suggested: led by work to one's own doom.

We decided to stay as late as was necessary to avoid coming in on Saturday. We decided this about eleven hours ago. I think it was my idea. I figured that no matter how late I got home, I'd still pretty much have two days off before I had to enter the lair of the Worker to once more battle the project that is consuming so much of me right now.

Those two days sounded pretty good to the Workers toiling away on the same project. Those two days still sound pretty good. And so I slip away and hope for slumber, which I sorely need.

I hope you are having a lovely weekend, Blogreader. I hope it is filled with all sorts of lovely. I shall post something or other before too long.