Ha ha ha - I am so *scr*wed today

It's 6am, and I am sitting on the steps outside my flat, waiting for my
flatmate to wake up - because I walked out at 6am this morning without
my keys, my travel pass - or the file of signed documents for the
application pack.

I have one page left to write today (as soon as I am awake enough to
drive a keyboard), and a mammoth proofreading/edit job to complete,
before I deliver the final package to the courier at 2pm this afternoon.

And I can't even get a coffee right now.

Oh - I could sleep for a month. I really could. And I can't, because
this is, in the sane world, the start of a normal working week.
I am too old for the 90+ hour week.

Excuse me while I gibber in a corner for the next few minutes.