This day carried on from the previous one, owing to my stupidity in pulling an all-nighter. Second all-nighter in the same job. I've never done one in any other job, though I once went to my Newcastle job after about 30 minutes' sleep, after flirting in a post-gig haze in Edinburgh (September 2004) and finding myself on the street with an Australian girl a little closer than I expected at about 5 in the morning. Blimey.

I spent the morning feeling light headed in the other office where I sometimes go. We sorted some stuff out. Then I headed to the main office and my head grew clearer. I hadn't planned to work too late, hoping to get an early night. The day ploughed on, though, and there was lots to do. I wrote some code. Then it was suddenly after 6 and I was weary.

I headed home. The day had nearly beaten me. I had time to do some washing up and then fall into a near comatose sleep, which lasted a good 11 hours. I like sleeping. I don't get it as much as I'd like to, though.