#126. Ms Nomer

'OnTrack' me bollix. Since the new dart timetable, I estimate 90% of trains I've aimed to catch have been late. So irritating is this, that as of the start of this month, I've started a 'dartlog' to record just how many hours I'm spending at train stations looking at the plastic encumbered digit "2" for about 15 minutes. So far it's been over an hour in 4 days, which is quite impressive. At the end of the month I'll total total up the hours and fire off a 'strongly worded' letter to CIE asking for reimbursement of the price of my man hours, which at €13 an hour could be quite high. I won't get anything of course, but you do have to have a winge sometimes.

I'm tired. I shouldn't be tired. I accidentally went to sleep at about 9pm last night, and woke up at 5am, fully dressed wondering what had happened. So, I got undressed and went back to bed for another couple of hours. I'll probably come alive soon from the fatty buzz of that breakfast roll. I can almost feel the super-charged sausages surging through my arteries. Just in time for cheap Staropramen night at Whelan's.

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