Marramgrass

Fuzz.

Because I have no sense, I sat up until 5 o'clock this morning watching the cricket. It was an entertaining couple of sessions, but not what you'd call the most heartening or most pleasing.

But now I'm dealing with the fallout: it's two in the afternoon, and my head feels like it's sometime in the wee small hours. You know when you have that groggy feeling that just won't go away and it feels like you're seeing and hearing the world from just a little bit farther away than usual?

That's me right now.

At least I don't need to go out to work until tea-time.

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