I’ve been awake for twenty-five hours. Not because I was up all night writing an essay, working, or anything productive, but because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fall asleep.
And now I’ve just been informed that my Landlord has finally decided to fix my damp/water-feature wall, and I’m being temporarily moved into another flat.
Which means I now have MOVE MYSELF out of this room, on no sleep. I have to do a complete clean of my room (because it really is rather quite messy at the moment), and go food shopping, all on no sleep.
Operating on my own internal time-zone is great until I’m required to function. Operating on absolutely no sleep is fine when I can just send myself to sleep when I eventually succumb to tiredness. Operating on both these things is not fine or great when shit needs to get done.
Argh.
Who wants to be my slave for the day?
