Sleep

I would say today has been a bizarre day... if I could remember any of it. And I don't drink, so that's not why. I got up at twelve, and due to the vengeful gods I mentioned yesterday, I went back to bed at two, having spent the intervening time watching Cheers, which always makes me feel like I'm seven again. And after going to bed at two, I got up again at six and washed hair.
People came, friends of the family from long ago and far away, and Becca rang, and I got into an argument with one of them, and then ended up watching more sitcoms with Pedar once they had all gone.
And I again feel like crap, but feel I must update. I know I'm never going to sleep now, but I really don't like the thought. I need to get out of this weird body rhythm thing - it's probably what's keeping me down.