RickRoll'd

All I really needed was a good night's sleep. While that isn't quite true, it is partly. I was finally able to get more than 2 hours deep sleep on Wednesday night and I felt a million times better Thursday. So I went to work. It was okay. The place hadn't fallen in on itself. The doors had still opened and everything had run smoothly. Here I was laying at home feeling guilty because I wasn't at work and worrying that they wouldn't be able to cope without me, when I didn't need to. They were fine.

So now it's Friday afternoon and I'm wasting a bit of time. Why? Because I'm a dick. I should be packing my bags and packing the car up so that I can get out of here and get down to Byron. Splendour is on this weekend and I'm pretty pumped. I was just looking at the timetable, and it looks like it should be fun. Getting loose as a goose will be great. Unless I get too loose and I get sick again. Especially if this happens on the Saturday. I will need to show a bit of restraint.

The sun is just about down now. I should go. Maybe I need a list?

I'll pack some jumpers, a jacket. A sleeping bag or two. A pair of sunglasses. Clean underpants. Clean socks. Gumboots. A drink bottle. A back pack. Hmm. A magazine. Some headache tablets. Some cold and flu tablets. I should probably take down something to eat. I don't know. I've never done this before. Last week I was thinking about taking down some big woodies to drink in the car. That was if Stuart was driving, of course. But now I'm driving and I just want to keep my head down. So that's what I am going to do.

I'm going to go now. I've wasted enough time. It's despicable.