Staccato Words from the Entropy Shifts

Exhausted and pissed off. Too much work, too little time. Ad nauseum. Something must change.
Anyhow. A short staccato entry before sleep. Joe down for a few days. Went with him and Andy through Three Cornered Copse at twilight yesterday. Ended up at some scrubby field as twilight fell. Back on the ring road circling Brighton, the tall lamps, hawk-like, watch the cars. Something immutable and unchangeable about the sky. Back through Three Cornered Copse and the tangled first hour of darkness. Half a pint of ale at the Neptune and a pint of coke.
Sat on the sofa. Twenty minutes before midnight. Trying to get a bit of time to get my head together before sleep and my sixth day of the week at work tomorrow.