Ahhhh. The 3pm slump.
It has descended upon me like a.. like a.. like a. descending thing (hey its 3pm = brain not in full force).
Known by scientists as the 'postprandial dip' (yes I know stuff - rather I am a Googler. Professionally. Literally).
Its that time of day when head is suddently 36000 million kg heavy and uncontrollably finds itself making love to your desk.
Possible solutions:
- Eat more (I like)
- Coffee more (I like)
- Snooze more (I like)
- Get drunk (I love)
- Have scandalous thoughts of Jake Gyllenhaal (I love)
I surrender.
2.59pm - end of day: Only cured by 85 steri stumpies, 102 coffees, a bag of jelly beans (for Rocker Girl Emu) and the promise of the 4.30/5pm release.
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