In my next life

I want to be either a lizard or a cat.

Insomnia got me good and proper last night - the last time I looked at the time, it was 4.56am.  My alarm woke me at 7.30 to get James up.  I felt drunk.  Grabbed another hour after he left to go to a Maths revision session.  Then had my eyes tested at the opticians - I fear that my tiredness might have affected my results, but given that tiredness is my permanent state of being these days, it should work out right in the end.

Did a test run on how working at my desk for an extended period (sitting down, just like the cardiologist suggested I work).  I managed to do quite a bit of work (more slowly than when I am at peak fitness - my brain retrieves information as effectively as someone might retrieve rice krispies from a lake of treacle).  I am however hurting.  So standing up - bad.  Sitting down at a desk - bad.

I fear it is the knackers yard for me!

Make me into something pretty :-)