7.2.10 4:30 am
I’m wired. Sleep is a foreign planet I only get to witness in shiny scifi art books. I feel like utter crap and everything itches. I think my scalp is falling off in 10,000 little chunks. I need a shower so very very badly. I read for a while but my eyes are still burning from too much mandarin oil yesterday. Note: use less oil in the burners.
There’s still some food lurking around on the floor so I munch away. I have a cup as well, so I can have cups of tea rather than dunking a teabag in the kettle and risking death by drinking from the kettle. Life is fun when you have to find disgusting new ways to survive.
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Monday, February 8th, 20106.2.10
There is a loud snorer next door. This, after Eben, is painful. My hearing is particularly acute anyway, but now my evil brain actively hunts for snoring because I’m so used to being kept awake by it. So I was awake at 3:30am, and that was that. Got some decent reading in [The Blade Itself by Joe Abercrombie, which is thoroughly brilliant].
Rain started to thump down, which played a gentle tune on the skylight [no windows on the walls]. Sounds lovely, very relaxing. Until the git in the other room [the not-snoring side] decided to play very loud music at 6:30am. In fairness he’s blatant about it and the music isn’t too bad. Not stuff I know, but not offensively pop. And not fucking ABBA, for which I am profoundly grateful.
