Let me sleep long time, priest.

There is some irony in that the most adult thing I've come to do is to account for dawdle time. Five minute shower? Nooo, just short of fifteen. Generous estimate for poo poo time. And Jesus, I've come out to the balcony to smoke one... Well, three cigarettes... And that's half an hour. And now I'm late, and everything is shitty. Waking up at 5am to get from Bedok to Yew Tee at 8.30am seems so reasonable now. Never mind that wife was playing Overwatch and swearing at the screen till 1.30am. "Mr Lim, we've discovered why you can't see shit. It's because you don't sleep enough. You just need to catch up on a sleep debt of five years and you'll be right as rain. However right that tends to be. Ok thank you, $8,000 please." Some people are self-motivating. I'm self-depressing, aren't I?