Stress and sleep deprivation have broken me down over this past week. I am grumpy and distracted. I can hardly string a sentence together in conversation. I feel as though I could sleep for a week. Two weeks. A month.
Time to take a break from the social whirl for a while. Until I recover my brain function and my composure, I’m likely to be very bad company for anyone.
And I probably need to put in 100 hours or so of cleaning and tidying to make my new apartment properly habitable, so I could do with curtailing my nocturnal activities until that’s taken care of.
SLEEP first. Then fixing up the apartment. Then – perhaps – the resumption of a normal life.
It might not have been so apparent on the blogs, but I’ve been an irritable bastard in real life recently. My apologies.
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I know the feeling.
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