Sleep!

She's gone.

I got up at three and now I feel like death.

I am now going back to bed for an hour and a half.

Morning

This morning seems so long ago it's like a dream. I can remember how dark it was, and I remember the radio, and I remember the blanket I took with me, and I remember thinking I'd never fallen asleep, but just become extremely drowsy, and I remember reaching home and updating my journal before falling asleep in my bed.
And then, I remember being woken up and getting out of bed, and reaching school. After that everything goes back to normal chronological order...
Becca is back. And in assembly, that cringeworthy message from Mrs Williams pretending to be me was read out, and unfortunately everyone seems to think I wrote it. I'm a writer, not a comedienne or Dale Winton. But it worked, that's the thing - I have found my phone. Not as in "someone's found it" or "someone's handed it in" but as in it's right here, in my pocket, just as it should be. That girl had handed it in to the office, who made me describe it before they'd let me have it. Quick five minute description from my sleep deprived self - "It's small, silver, Nokia 8210, the buttons are all worn down and it has the word 'Raven' as its logo..."
It was around that point the woman looked at me oddly, and said, "Who are you?"
I told her. She gave me the phone, although with bad grace.
I don't care, I have it back...

At breaktime, I seem to remember having a conversation with lilka about the squickiest slash pairings. I don't know how we got onto it, but in my humble opinion, the squickiest ones I've ever seen written down are in LOTR: Frodo/Sauron - ick. Squick. Also... huh? Frodo and Sauron? What were they thinking?
And there's the other one - in M*A*S*H - Frank/Radar. Child abuse. Ick-ick-ick. (I may have also imbued lilka with plenty of disturbing mental imagery to get her through the day - *waves*).
Becca has gone to do her Chemistry coursework, and I'm going to go to lunch in a minute.
I'm leaving at half two this afternoon - Mrs Jones, no less, signed my permission form.
Next to me, stalker_girl is looking for pictures of AOL's Connie. Apparently, she gets to do an English talk on something she really really hates.
On reflection, my English classes suck.
Ooh, need a birthday present for Em. She's so hard to buy for! Not fair!
I don't feel tired yet. I guess it won't hit me until later.
I never write this much at lunchtime. Oh, well, whatever, nevermind.

Sleep...

My lack of sleep is hitting me now like a tonne of bricks. I'm doing the random Livejournal thing for my maths coursework, but I'm falling asleep because the room is so quiet.

Guitar

It's very quiet in the house. So strange. Pedar and I have drunk coffee and watched M*A*S*H, things we do every day, but it's all strange without my mother around. She's in India now.
The M*A*S*H ep was one of those with a reflective theme rather than being funny, which didn't help with the general mood around here, but I thought it was sweet. Not slashy, just sweet. The last scene is a dramatic monologue - the guy with the guitar is playing something simple and sad in the background, and Radar is just talking to the Swamp in general, about how Trapper and Hawkeye are such extraordinary doctors - having spend thirty-six hours in surgery, they both went to the Chinese front lines in order to swap wounded casualties with them. It could have been a trap. It wasn't.
So Radar is talking, then suddenly he turns round, and both Trapper and Hawkeye have fallen asleep where they're sitting. So he covers them with blankets, and whispers "Good night," just as the guitar guy reaches the final few chords.

I have slept for three hours and feel much better. And now 'tis time to unplug the modem.