I woke this Saturday morning at about 06.00. Actually that’s not true. I woke up at 05.30, but I couldn’t find decent jpg/gif on the internet, so let’s say 06.00. In the morning. And as the music started streaming in my apartment (since it is set up to activate when I wake up), I sat there wondering: how the hell did this happen?
Let me explain what I mean.
I can remember a time when not so long ago when I could unlock the door to my apartment, take a quick shower, and then sink into the bed to get some sleep. It had almost always been a fun night out with friends. Sleeping until around noon and then getting up and going about my day.
Fast foward to more recent times. Usually I am waking up on 06.00. I typically haven’t made it to my bed, because I fell asleep on the sofa, surrounded by research articles, my laptop, and a glass of wine not even half finished.
When did adult life decide to rear it’s head and take over?
You ain’t in neverneverland any more, Peter! We all have to grow up some day, even you.
I am in RodneyLand. It’s like NeverNeverLand, but with better drinks.