Thursday 31 January 2019
Awake since 4am, tossing and turning in the bed, uncomfortable with constipation.
Headache as I shave and shower, not paying attention to Radio 4 droning on about the interminable Brexit machinations.
Shut the front door and venture into the darkness. Sub-zero today and I step gingerly over the icy patches on the way to the station.
Dozing on the 7:12 to Blackfriars, too tired to check my email, but at least I have a seat.
Chest already feeling tight with the stress of another night of disturbed sleep.
Despite my recent optimism and positivity, most days in the office are tough, but today will be extra hard to see through to its conclusion.
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