Maybe it’s the weather, the clammy, sticky heat that renders the idea of sleep into a series of connected dozes, tossing and turning. Maybe it’s my lack of exercise, slumped over a keyboard day and night. Maybe it’s because I’ve overcommitted again. Maybe it’s because the unknown is fast approaching, and it’s been so long since I saw it I’m not sure how to face it. Maybe it’s because I’m fed up dealing with people who have no respect. Maybe it’s because it’s been left to me to sort things out, and I’m the only one with anything at stake.
Maybe it’s because oi’m a Londunerrr…
Yes folks, it’s dem Tuesday mornin’ blues… I’ll snap out of it soon.