porridge and prunes,at 3.00. in the morning.

extreme tiredness,
exhaustion and fatigue,
or something else?
laying in bed,unable to think,
beyond my own physical being.

bodily aches,and pains ,
the fruits of my labour.
totally devoid of thought,
and emotion.
it would seem.

not the usual saturday night,
the turning,and churning,
reliving a life and times.
and the hauntings,
of a mispent youth.

and so to my porridge,
and prunes,
pondering every moment as i eat,
the fat chinaman on the mantlepiece,
wishing i could engage him somehow.

whad'a ya know teddy-bear?
how was taiwan?
helluva life ain' it.
p and p.
at three.
in the morning.

my life.
my world.

erix.

Is you body clock out of sync with all that shift work?

Just a thought mate.

sounds to me like you need a damn good drink or five

[quote="bitofatwat"]Is you body clock out of sync with all that shift work?


yes boat,
totally out.

the price of working nights.
it's the nearest i can get to escaping society.

Abdul Kowalski wrote:sounds to me like you need a damn good drink or five

ABKO,
i'm totally fucked mate.

just want to lie in bed,
and do nothing.