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I have spent the past two days largely sleeping on my couch. I went out on Thursday and bought some wool, and then came home again and promptly fell asleep. I woke up in time to watch CSI only to fall asleep fifteen minutes in to the episode. It was one I hadn't seen and Greg-centric to boot. *pout*

Today I managed to organise myself to go out for lunch with mcee, then for dinner and a movie (Finding Neverland -- very very very good, omg) with lmondegreen.

Then I came home and went to sleep again.

And then I woke up. And I'm not tired now. And it's almost a quarter to two in the morning. And my sleep schedule is SO SCREWED UP.

No help for it -- I'll have to hop a plane for England, where my internal clock will be right on time. (HI HI HI lazlet HI blythley HI HI the_oscar_cat HI HI HI!)

In other news, my formerly very quiet floor has been ruined by what seem to be FRAT BOYS moving in to one of the apartments this year. There has been loud, party type goings on out in the hall since I woke up. In fact, now that I think about it, said goings on might have been WHAT woke me up, given that I was, um, sleeping on the couch again. Total twats, the lot of 'em. I've half a mind to right a very strongly worded letter and slip it under their door.

Or, possibly, take my guitar out and play and sing loudly outside their door at around 6:00am or so.

Because I'm cruel like that.