Awake, bored but cashing in

It's 4:30 am. I'm at the offices of a french TV news channel.  We've been here since 0h30.  Still haven't worked for so much as 30 seconds.  Just told we have to stick it out longer.  Which means more money.  But also more time without sleep.

Later today I'll be giving my first class at my former university.  That'll be funny, considering how utterly zonked I'm going to be.  And afterwards I come right back here for some more "work".  Hopefully we will eventually get to interpret.  There's a pleasant, collegial and relaxed atmosphere - hard to imagine anything else at this time of night (and with a strike going on throughout the country as a bonus!)

I don't know whether I'm still making sense.  I don't think it's a requirement at this hour anymore.  The only legitimate reason for being up at this hour is to go fishing.

I want my bed back

It's the happiest place on earth.

The real one.

WHY do perfectly free days force you out of bed at ungodly hours? WHY can't you get more than a few measly hours of unconsciousness when you KNOW that you could have so many more? If you prick me, do I not mumble something unintelligible, swat you away and roll over?

Do I not eat wine, drink wine, sweat wine, bleed wine? Am I not a man? Am I a mere wine-soaked wretch to be toyed with and jerked about on my puppet strings? Then why do you offer me wine in Your house, as Your blood? Is it not for redemption? If so, the answer must lie therein.

Questions that matter.
I'm gonna go get me another glass of whine. And I'm going back to bed.