Sleepyhead

No music-group session today, so I was earlier than usual going over to Carl's place. This guy was sitting opposite me on the DART and spent most of the time asleep or nodding off. One or twice he fell into the old trap when your head suddenly snaps downward, you come awake, and you pretend that you weren't asleep at all. I was afraid he'd miss his stop, but he woke as we approached Pearse station and got off with a confident air about him.

In Carl's, we had a lovely bite to eat, and watched two episodes back-to-back of Love/Hate. After that heavy diet we needed to retire to the local for some light relief. Back in Carl's Kino we kept with the Irish theme and finally got round to watching What Richard Did.