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I am feeling quite astonishingly light-headed and odd. The sinusitis is what's doing it, I think. The night before last threw it into fairly sharp relief, because, well, I cannot remember it. There's a big blank spot in my mind, which seems entirely inexplicable because I asked around and no one can remember me drinking. As in, at all. And there's certainly no debris in my room or anywhere else that indicates that I might have been drinking. I then asked if anyone can remember my hitting my head. No one can. And there's no cuts or bruises on my head that says otherwise. I am not on drugs, prescribed or othwerwise, save ordinary analgaesia, so it's not that either. In short, it's a total mystery. I remember, fuzzily, going to Starbucks on Friday night to do some work, and I remember making an LJ post which had memes in but also referred to my having done that, and said post is timestamped at a quarter past eleven which means I must have done something after that, but I'm not sure what.

I remember, vaguely, being very upset about something, and my mum says I called her, which my phone also says I did (at three in the morning; my mum is on nights this week) and I also remember a thunderstorm. This may have been a dream, but I remember a very, very violent thunderstorm with the whole sky flashing white. And I think I remember not sleeping. More clearly, I remember getting up - or, possibly, still being up; I don't know if I went to sleep at all - very early and deciding to do work. And I did do work, as I have four sides of notes on Cartesian dualism. And then it all shifts back into focus at about seven in the morning, and goes back into clear memories of doing my laundry and then coming back up to the attic and sleeping ridiculously deeply through the entire afternoon.

And last night, I slept even more. I think that either the virus is making me sleepy - quite possible - or I really didn't sleep at all the night before. It's all a mystery. The sinusitis is actually one of the more aggravating things ever. It's a feeling of clogged-up-ness and pressure around my ears and eyes, which will not go away, and when I lie down I start coughing, which makes sleeping very difficult, but because it makes me tired all I want to do is sleep. It's not very nice. Today has been spent trying to ignore it and failing; I've also been trying to do work, and failing. I'm a bit rubbish, really, as I've still got a hefty workload.

(I got into a conversation with a couple of historians at dinner today; apparently, they have six essays this term. "How many have you got?" they wanted to know.

I spluttered a lot. "Seventeen!")

But I just don't feel like doing anything. Including working, writing, and staying awake, it seems. Tomorrow I have to start this week's truckload of economics, and I do hope the weather isn't nice because I don't think I could stand it. Okay. Am talking crazy. Time for bed.