So after a weekend of isolation and solitude in a friends flat listening to Tom Waits, drinking red wine, watching the rain, ignoring the telly and deciding what to do with my life, I forget the whole British-winter-time-change-extra-hour-in-bed thing and consequently was at my desk at 7:30 am this morning thinking ‘where is everybody?!’
sigh.
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