You get up late, because you have the morning as study-leave. Studying. Oh yes. Once you’ve realised you have no clean shirts, and had a half-hearted dig through the laundry mountain, and put a wash on, and then realised that this is of no use whatsoever as nothing will be dry in time, but hurrah, you can wear the annoying shirt that rides up every time you so much as breathe, giving everyone a splendid view of your scarred belly-button. And then you have a shower. And then you play about on the computer. And only then, you do some of that studying, healf-heartedly, with many many tea-breaks, Can you remember any of it? Can you buggery.
You get to the office, slightly late, with great wobbling piles of work waiting for you – literally, as you spent yesterday evening building a wall of book-boxes all around your chair – and you turn the computer on, and, after a while you’ve had two IT guys in to look at it and you’ve all had a go turning it off and on again and then everyone else pops up like gophers to say, ‘actually, I can’t get my email anymore,’ and there is a strange smell of burning plastic from the server cupboard, and then you have a two hour shift on the issue desk explaining to each and every student that yes, the computers are a bit slow today (and you feel you probably jinxed by turning up at all) and it’s raining, now, and you had meant to walk to the station to make up for the amazing slobbiness of the rest of your life, also, your trousers fit really weirdly these days. Even more so now that you’ve got sodden walking to the bus-stop.
The point of getting out of bed was what exactly?
Aha, but I have secret weapons especially for this kind of eventuality! Are your socks wet? Take them off, drink a large gin and tonic.
Are you feeling the mental grey crushed sensation of an entire day/ week/ month of non-achievement? Successfully complete NaBloPoMo.
There. Warm rosy glow all round.