I’ve only really been properly up for 4 hours, and I’m absolutely shattered. I think it’s the warmth (sitting against a radiator, ‘cos the rest of the house is so bloody cold); the sleeping in (which is rare for me); and the semi-darkness (my parents tend not to have their lights on very much – I think my dad finds bright light uncomfortable).
I just want to sleep – which is bad, ‘cos I need to work. Nyargh. Sleep? Work? Sleep? Work…
