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I really do hate it that I can't sleep beyond about 8:30am. I'm pretty sure I got just over four hours sleep and hence won't keel over and die through lack of sleep, but I suspect it'll all catch up with me either this evening or the day after tomorrow (those being the two favourite times for my body to register its displeasure at something). On that note, I ache more from the ceilidh currently than I did yesterday. What's with that?
I'm not quite sure what to do now. I could try and go back to sleep, I suppose, but I think my success will be limited. Everyone who has any sense will be asleep. I could go to a random church, but that'd probably make me have trouble getting to Poohsticks in time. I could, like, actually do some work, but that would involve work... (it's just the awkward bits I've been putting off, which makes it even less appealing).
I'm not quite sure what to do now. I could try and go back to sleep, I suppose, but I think my success will be limited. Everyone who has any sense will be asleep. I could go to a random church, but that'd probably make me have trouble getting to Poohsticks in time. I could, like, actually do some work, but that would involve work... (it's just the awkward bits I've been putting off, which makes it even less appealing).
