Day 292: Bonkbuster Bandwagon

Eeeeee, it's late. My eyes are sticky like a cow's. My mind is wandery. Luckily, I'm sitting up at my desk, not in bed. If I was in bed, I'd be in trouble. So would you. Nonsense, that's what I'd be talking. Not like now. 

Thank you to the Daily Mail (never imagined I'd say that!) for the term 'Bonkbuster bandwagon'. I found it as I was doing my research into the '50 Shades pheonmenon'. Don't ask why. I loved it. Go, Daily Mail. You are very funny. 

I liked how today worked. Lots of things went 'wrong' but it all worked out. I got to St Pancras at 7.30 to get my train. No train until 9.25. Arse. So with the help of a nice gentleman on the station (he had a brilliant name, which I have now forgotten) I set out for Victoria station. I was late, but not in a way that affected anyone. I was grateful. As soon as I had a solution, it wasn't stressful any more. Even before, actually. I decided that I'd be chilled whatever and it felt really nice.

I'm aching to be in my softest of beds. I'm itching to be wrapped in soothing sleep. It will be balm. Come on, sleep. Balm me!