Not quite exactly in the service of the crown

[hawkwing_lb]

The cat is sitting sentinel on a wheelie bin under the window, lion-like, paws crossed. It's an image that makes me think about how small he is, really, and how fragile. Cats.

I slept both too much and not enough last night. I cannot seem to sleep before 0300 ever, and no matter how I set my alarm it seems impossible to wake much before noon. Today I slept through the alarm right until 1400. I have a vague memory of answering the phone to mum sometime before I got up, but I don't think that counts as consciousness.

I went to the gym yesterday (pathetic), and out with some friends in the evening. For some reason being around them, much as I love them, makes me feel as though I'm not a particularly competent human. Mind you, being around most people makes me feel this way. I had fun and came home to write another 100 words on my thesis. It's never enough.

My thesis is depressing. It makes me want to commit self-murder.

I am a bundle of whine. But the high tide happens soon, so I will dare the jelly-fish and the clouds and go swimming.

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[sovay]

I cannot seem to sleep before 0300 ever, and no matter how I set my alarm it seems impossible to wake much before noon. Today I slept through the alarm right until 1400. I have a vague memory of answering the phone to mum sometime before I got up, but I don't think that counts as consciousness.

I hear you. I had my alarm set for 11:30; I was woken sometime much earlier by a very persistent Comcast salesman who I finally had to hang up on, and in consequence fell back asleep and slept straight through my alarm.

[edit] But the high tide happens soon, so I will dare the jelly-fish and the clouds and go swimming.

Swim well.