My ears are too warm, but thermometer says I am still just within the normal range (though at the top of it).
I have done nothing today but be a bit zoned out. My head is not with it and I really intended to spend the day working on that essay but have done nothing.
I really need to get sorted, this essay needs done. Especially as the lecturer emailed today to say it was now worth more, as the weightings for the class's assessment have been changed.
I really, really, regret not withdrawing.
In other news, people talking about sleep makes me think about the sweet release of death. And when I actually sleep I have had a running dream of knocking on my door that mostly wakes me up in the middle of the night. On the occasions that I sleep long enough for the dream to get past the knocking it is police accusing me of bombing Shitlord. And in the dream I get too upset at the possibility of his being hurt.
I know I have complex and mostly angry feelings about him, but it still annoys me that my dreamself has that much affection and concern for the wellbeing of dreamShitlord.
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