Dear Laptop. Your time is coming to an end and despite being a great servant over the past 18 months, why the hell won't you work now?! The most temperemental thing in the world, it decides when it wants to switch on, which is very rarely, so, once again, I must warn that my blog entries may become a bit thin on the ground for a while. 'Cos this thing ain't lastin' much longer!
Back to me, I'm still not feeling 100%. The most mundane of activities such as walking to the shops or round someone's house makes me so tired, as if I had ran a marathon and a half. I'm still weak and I know I'm going to struggle this week. A full week aswell. It is going to be tiring, yet I am quite proud of my determination and organisation in getting ready for another week of through-the-night working. I purposefully went to bed last night, fuelled by many bottles of lucozade, just so I could get up a little later this afternoon and get my sleeping pattern near what it is supposed to be. A small part of me is sort of looking forward to it... Why? Who looks forward to going to work...? I'm strange.
My eyes are feeling very weary and I could do with a nap. I promised I'd go to a pub quiz later however, so if I fell asleep, I'm not waking up.
That's it. I bore you. Nothing happens.
Cya x
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