I’m one of those weirdos who actually LIKES his job, and I know that by getting up at six and heading out into the rat race, my poor battered body will have a slight reprieve from the abuse that is constantly pounded into it. The thing is, you get really thrilled about holidays, even though you dread the doom of an impending Monday.
Anyway, yesterday I was really looking forward to watching the Blues/Highlanders game. It was scheduled for 15:05, so when I passed out, I studiously set my alarm clock.
Woke up, and with a spring in my step, tried to find a suitable stream. No such luck. Just a series of sewerage spam.
After 30 minutes into the game, I’m getting seriously pissed off. I just can’t find a link. And I know all the best ones.
Then it dawned on me: “Oh, wait, hang on. The game isn’t today, it’s tomorrow!”
Long weekends can really fuck with one’s sense of time.