I’m just as tired as these two guys sitting across from me. I struggle to keep my eyes open. My head occasional bobbles as I fight sleep. I think it’s round 5 or 6 and sleep has definitely gotten the best of me. It hit me with a two piece and a biscuit that left me dazed and confused. I need to get home. I need to sleep. I might just pass out on this train and end up in Far Rock (aka Iraq..aka the danger zone). That wouldn’t be a good look. On the night train in unfamiliar places. Ding! Round 8! I’m making a come back. My eyes are starting to focus a bit more. The weights on the eyelids lifted a bit. I open them just as we reach Jay Street. I’m almost home….