I'm lying. I'm not buzzing. I'm drained; emotionally and physically. I am suffering, it seems, from insomnia, and couldn't sleep until 5 30 last night/this morning, but not for want of trying. My alarm woke me up at 8:30 so I could act as a wake-up call for my friend, I intended, of course, to sleep after this.
It never happened.
In a bit I'm going to have to get up and move, do some work, find something to eat. ARGH! I'm SHATTERED.
At least I have these gorgeous Mario Testino photographs to admire so maybe my life isn't so bad. I want to go back to sleep, but instead I'm going to force myself to move and make some tortellini the abi-way. Then I'll read some more stinking Shakespeare (English Lit Blasphemy) and sleep when I can. Life... Life... Life!
I'm missing my friends so much. I love my friends here so much, but sometimes you just need to see a face from home. I'm going home on Friday. Spend time with my mummy, eat real food again, not spend my days hungry and craving cheesy chips. This week hasn't been as productive as I'd hoped. But, to be fair, I've done all the 'compulsory' work. I've done everything I couldn't get away with not doing.
So that's progress, right? Maybe I can let myself sleep.