It’s coming up to midnight, a bit late, but I’m ready for bed.
I have to get up at six tomorrow, and go to work for the first time in a month. I feel completely unprepared. Rationally, I know that I am going to work tomorrow, but it seems somehow unreal, as if I haven’t accepted the fact. Am I in denial?
I feel like a condemned man, going to bed for the last time before facing the gallows tomorrow. Maybe my attitude to work is a bit on the negative side, or maybe it’s just nervousness.