It's way too early, or rather late. I'm writing this at half past four in the morning. And no, I'm not waken up this early, I'm still awake. I'm too old to stay up this long.
I would much either be laying on my own bed already. Watching my wife sleeping beside me. Or probably rather being awake and angry at me for waking her up at the middle of the night smelling old booze and cigarets. But still, I would rather take that than being still there, an hour away from home.
It's been a long day. But even if I wish id be home already I'm also happy at the same time. I had a great time with my colleagues and most of all I had a great conversation with my boss.
I can't even fall asleep here in the train for a moment as i fear i would miss my station and make it even longer to get back home and to my own bed. But after all, it's just another hour and then it will be over. I can get a couple of hours of sleep before a really tired day that i know will be ahead of me.