Dispatches from the daily grind #2

For reasons unknown, the clock on my mobile phone skipped forward three hours and woke me up at 3.00am instead of 6.00am. I didn't discover this mistake until after I got up, relieved myself in the bathroom, brushed my hair, got dressed, put on my shoes, packed my work bag and was about to leave the house.

I knew something wasn't right. My brain registered that it was too dark outside but couldn't be bothered to notify me.

So what do I do now: bimble around online for three hours or go back to bed? I can't be bothered to get undressed again.

I think my phone is playing tricks on me, the little bastard. I think it is taking revenge for when I hurled it across the room last Friday in a fit of depression. I've always had a strained relationship with mobile phones - don't like 'em at all - but I sense a new level of animosity developing between us now.

I'm going back to bed... fully clothed.

Morning.