this morning i woke up to the stormy seas of a hangover barraging by fragile stern.
the winds of panic rose as i realised i had 25 minutes to get to work, and my progress was speeded along to the port that i call work.
my vessel was in a state of disrepair - the holes of tiredness, dehydration and sickness taking on water and rendering my weary rudder all but useless.
when i reached my destination i was greeted like the plague-ridden boat that i was, riddled with the disease they call tardiness and i cast myself to a quiet corner.
however, this provided but a brief moment of calm. my journey continues and there will be considerable ardour and toil before my voyage is complete.
wish me luck as i sail on these unforgiving and treacherous seas. may i reach the terminus with my hull intact.