Sunset from the staffroom

As I fall through my front door after a fifteen hour day, drunk with fatigue, put the goons on my computer, change into my jim jams, look in the fridge for scallops and broccolli, look in the dictionary to check the spelling of broccoli, have a quick session on the porcelin throne, look in the dictionary to check the spelling of porcelain and start to pick the skin off my toes, I realise its time to end this sentence.

Very tired, but thankful to be on the brink of my Christmas holiday. Its time for me to spend a day enjoying the anticipation of the holiday, before it actually starts on Thurday.

Its a real battle not falling asleep whenever I get home. Anything soft in my flat that can support my body weight has been a bed to me and my evenings dissappear regularly that way.

When I come home my speech is slurred, my co-ordination is gone and my face is numb but.. . . .
Part of me is really enjoying the feeling of pushing against something hard, existentially speaking I mean. Its good exercise for the psyche to struggle in your life. When part of you hurts feels, numb or itches you squeeze or rub itright ?! Thats my Hong Kong life! I'm like a bear with an itchy bum, who just found the gnarliest, thorniest old tree in the forest and has just started to work that booty!

I'm considering another two year contract. Do I want two more years? Do I have any choice?

Happy Christmas! I'm OK though. HAPPY CHRISTMAS!