Since bedtime

I had a bit of a funny night. I suppose that was because the evening had been so peaceful. I kept waking up desperately wanting to go for a sprint, but I hadn't the energy. Every time it happened I soon fell asleep again, despite my intense discomfort. Up at a quarter past six this morning, to the sound of a party in full swing downstairs. I'm not grumbling about it. It was just a bit odd, as I hardly ever hear the downstairs neighbours. Then it was coffee, fags, bath, toast, and straight up to the library.