IN-DEPTH: Day 11&12: I wish I was asleep
Meh, too lazy to write anything proper today, so I’m just going to make you read some completely awful poetry so I can pass on my misery to you.
I wish I was asleep, I wish I was asleep
Been to Yeoville twice these last few days,
Talked to my trader-person-subject, and it’s all okay,
Will probably shoot early on Tuesday,
I’ve done some work, now can I hit the hay?
I wish I was asleep, I really miss my bed
I could lie down anywhere, even in a smelly shed.
A journalist’s motto is often ‘we can sleep when we’re dead’
But maybe I’m in the wrong career, because all I want is a nap and to be fed
Oh my God I really wish I was asleep.
The last few weeks have really been a drain, but I guess I’ll make it to the end.
I’ll drink some more coffee maybe start snorting cocaine, and hope the combination doesn’t send me ’round the bend.
It’s too late now, I’m already in this in-depth too deep.
I’ll just keep going, and when it’s finished I’ll get my sleep.