- Drink 7 pints in the afternoon and pass out in front of Gladiator
- Awake with a start and loudly proclaim: ‘My name is Maximus Decimus Meridus, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius’
- Collapse on floor
- Regain consciousness, go to toilet, and discharge 2.33 pints of lager (recurring)
- Repeat twice during night
- Panic about money between the hours of three and four
- Wake up at 6.28am
- Pointlessly remain in bed for three minutes
- Get up, raring to go
This entry was posted on Monday, February 19th, 2007 at 11:38 am and is filed under Body, Hangover, Sleep. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
February 19, 2007 at 12:41 pm
If only. My body clock morally objects to anything before 10am. It’s a struggle getting out of bed in time for 11am lectures some days…
February 19, 2007 at 3:06 pm
It’s a disgusting hour, to be avoided at all costs. If I were you, I’d do a masters, PHD, doctorate and then start over on an altogether different degree. That way, you’ll never have to surface when it’s still dark
February 19, 2007 at 5:34 pm
Oh I regularly wake up at 4.00am, I just use it as an excuse for quality writing time… yes, yes I know the blog might not be the best quality, I was referring to my other writing :0)
February 20, 2007 at 2:15 pm
Hehehe. I have to be the one who wakes up at 4:30am. Who else will drag everybody’s lazy butts out of bed?