Living my life backwards
Last night we watched Solaris which – let’s be kind here – isn’t one of George Clooney’s better films. I climbed into bed afterward and by all accounts slept pretty darned well. Problem is that I’ve woken up this morning more tired than I was when I went to bed. The only conclusion I can reach is that I’m living my life backwards.
Y’see, in my own personal timestream now is when I’m ready for bed, so – as I’m living backwards – I go to bed and sleep, waking up around midnight to watch Solaris. Backwards.
Heck. It might make more sense that way round. ☺