I know that tiredness is my Worst Enemy, so why do I keep working when I should yell “Enoouuuuugggghhhhh!” and flounce out of the office as the clock chimes 5pm?
Okay, so tiredness is not my Worst Enemy. Also, our office clock doesn’t chime, its digital. Victoria, whose nose I broke in the school dinner queue, is probably my Worst Enemy.
Talking nonsense when I’m tired is probably, almost certainly, in my Top Three Enemies. Along with the phrase “Truce, do you have 2 minutes to look at this?” and people who put celery in salads.
I was walking home last night, tiredly, thinking about the Key Indicators of an Advanced Civilisation. As one does.
I came up with the following:
3. propelling pencils
I have excellent reasons for all three. Compelling, even. But I’m too tired to elucidate. See if you can guess.