January 26th, 2013


And on the seventh day

Today was basically showing that there is no escaping the fact that stress isn't just about getting puffy and itchy, it's about getting knocked flat on my ass. I could barely keep awake all day today despite having plenty of sleep - I was just exhausted. Fell back asleep after having breakfast and a shower. Only left the house because I had to get some mail; met up in Islington to do a think with J as I said I would but struggled, struggled to stay awake at all. Couldn't really talk well; wasn't thinking well. Probably should have just stayed back home but really am concerned about being flaky. Got home with curry from Masaledar and floomp.

Anyway, I managed to stay awake for probably 8 whole hours in a row today (well, except for the little nap in the dark during the puppet show), and that is all she wrote for today. Note to self: cut out the stress shit ASAP or you're never going to be able to get better, or get any value out of the time you are awake. I tried to write, just an easy little review, and I couldn't get the sentences to stick together at all. It was sad.