So there I am, 6 in the morning in shallow sleep, having already worked 60 hours this week (pretty much the same as last week by Thursday). Inevitably, my body is at home but my mind is still at work dreaming of complex spreadsheets I need to devise. In my dream Jen appears saying she'll give me a blowjob if I successfully complete a particularly tricky spreadsheet.
Suddenly I'm worried if I have shaved downstairs (something I've been doing regularly for 13 years ever since the snip). Who knows, having been working so hard over the last two weeks I might have let things slip on the Home Front. In my dream I quickly checked the root of my dick to see if it has grown Victorian sideburns.
In reality, in my exuberance, I punched myself in the testicles.
6 in the morning.
Hell of a time to be fully awake.