Oh please…

…can I go to bed yet? I’m so tired I can barely think. Please can I go to bed?

Tomorrow I start the most important 13 weeks in a very long time and I am NOT prepared. I’ve been working like a dog all weekend but it has all been for other goals (equally critical and much more pressing), not this vital one. This evening I’ve hastily printed off a load of stuff that I need and with equal speediness, stuffed it into my new folder in a semi-coherent manner. I’m counting on being able to catch up with it before Friday when my tutor comes to see me. I hope I’m going to be able to succeed with that.

I rarely go for sweet stuff – that’ll tell you that I’m in need of comfort. It’s barely after 9pm and I’m in my jammies, my hot chocolate is drunk and I can think of nothing but climbing in between my sheets, laying my head on my pillow and closing my eyes. Perhaps it’ll get rid of the numbness.