This may explain my state of mind. I was blissfully sleeping the afternoon away after another ridiculous wake/sleep pattern (three hour night, work all day; sleep on couch for three hours, awake three hours, sleep three hours, work all day; sleep on couch four hours, stay up from midnight to seven a.m., present blissful sleeping state). The alarm had been going for about three hours and I had managed to completely ignore it. But then the boy arrived. His entrance made me aware of the alarm. It made me aware of the fact that I was still asleep and the day was almost gone. At first he was civilised and got into bed too, but he was restless and (sweetly) decided to make coffee so I would get up. He went away and I could concentrate of getting back to sleep. But then he came back. And he started the really annoying stuff: taking off the covers, grabbing body parts and dragging them towards the edge of the bed, borrowing the phrase 'Come on little fella!' from a work colleague, even going so far as to select some outerwear and start to dress me. I had to get up just to stop the barrage. But then he made me go to boxing. To keep me enthused, he spoke out names of people who I could think about when needing incentive to punch. I told him I didn't need any additional incentive, thanks, it was right in front of me. Can you understand where my mood originated now? I did realise that the moment I like boxing is the exact same one as when I walk out the door. I love boxing at that moment. Lucky I didn't feel like writing today otherwise this would have been a really long post!
Who wore it better?
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