So instead of doing any revision I've just sat here all day and read my book. Oh, and I took time out to be a fucking retard as well. As was expected of me, recently. Christ knows what's wrong with me. I need to take time out, or something, and I need to sleep. Badly. I'm struggling to do anything at the moment, because I'm just so tired. And it's so frustrating because when I do try things and I try to be nice, or helpful, I still fuck anyway because my body is so exhausted it can't figure out what it should be doing and why. Fucking irritating, I tell you. I need to sleep. A lot. For days. I wish I could sleep for days. I'm going to go home on Monday and sleep for a week. Except I should probably go back to work. This sucks, I swear. It's meant to be Bookfest in like a fortnight, and I'm meant to be doing some press liaising for some lady from Oxfam, except I haven't been able to get in contact with her. I guess that's another job for when I go home. Great. Get that sorted. Screw sleep. I'll just keep running until I give out, I guess. Not much else to do about it :).
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