The day after a loss is harder than the day of the loss. It's the reflecting on a lost chance.

I'm fighting the urge to go back to sleep. I'm tired. I'm trying to tidy up instead. It's something I haven't done for months. It's always strange at the end of a footy season - having time to do things. Like a whole weekend. Next weekend is already full.

Mmmmm sleep.

- Posted from the depths of my mind.