Man, I am tired. The irony is that I’ve actually been sleeping really well these past few nights, other than the bizarre dreams. Last night I dreamt my cousin Joe and I were going round some sort of Future London on the metro and eating loads of pizza. We run into Jess (who’s also smashing loads of pizza) and then start counting the bills on all the pizza we’ve eaten, terrified of what the final amount will be. At another point of the dream, I was walking through a muddy lot in an abandoned industrial area and start seeing loads of damaged shoes and think about building a pair and then I find my phone with a clean hole through the screen protector AND the screen itself. I do frequently wake up in the night, maybe every couple of hours and I’m always surprised to see how much time has passed since I last awoke. Maybe something is wrong? I don’t know. Maybe it’s a lasting exhaustion from all the late nights and booze of my holiday (although I probably should have gotten over that by now). It could be nicotine withdrawal as during my break I pretty much smoked a pack a day (gross) and now have no ciggies. Back at work now, it feels good I guess. Apparently I’ve been selected as one of the future leaders of Marken but I don’t know what that means in terms of salary or responsibilities or anything. I think I’ll continue to look for other employment opportunities but with less fervour than before. I have a mountain of email to go through and that’s weighing somewhat heavily on my mind but I think it should be alright in the end (it always is). Anyway, back to the grind speak tomorrow. #corporations #cigarettes #dreams