Epic Effort
So its 04:42, the first train is at 05:30 and I’m surprisingly awake. Given death doesn’t seem to be iminent I choose cake (c.f. Eddie Izzard). My current plan is to make this zoo opening if it kills me (err… I’ll blog about it later in case you don’t know, but basically my step dad runs a zoo). Getting the train home, having a shower, grabbing bags and getting the first train to Cromer. The shower is key. A) I stink. 4 hours solid dancing in a hot club (more about that later) means I’ve been sweating like a really sweaty thing that sweats a lot. B) it will wake me up some more and help propel me to north Norfolk.
Of course the cake could be a lie (c.f. Portal) and I could just get home and crash. Death, when it comes, is going to be swift and brutal but I would like to stave it off until 11 or so. That will mean I’ve been up for 26+ hours but I’ve done that loads of times before (admittedly when I wasn’t quite this old 
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