Dropping off...

Matchsticks, that's what I need. To prop up my eyelids. I've just come out of a very boring meeting. I'm sure my eyes look like something out of a Tom and Jerry cartoon, all bloodshot and bulging. At least I wasn't the only one struggling...when one of my corridor inmates was asked a question she struggled and admitted she was falling asleep. Got to admire the honesty! Me, I kept thinking about all that Saki I'm going to down tonight...It was also the fortnightly cake baking extravaganza, with O, the vodka-toting Ruskie, treating us to an apple pie. Not bad, but my cake from 2 weeks ago has set the benchmark, ha ha!