Oooh you're a naughty mess

aching/ out for a very late and long one sunday night i was relegated to the couch, waking at 0845 to a bollocking &c/ by 1100 i felt vile so pursuaded alba to let me lie down for minutes 10/ these 10 became four hours, so didn't get m till 1551/ surprisingly suffered little ill effect but exhausted i retired to bed about 1900 and slept till 0934 this morn/ supposed to be working but can't really get into it/ need to get a can to smooth those rough edges/ money is under tight control so he of the graft is my only viable instantiation, and without the auto pilot which cannot be forced i am not he/ oh well...