Still tired. Yay -_-

All I did this morning was go to town, look at a flat, buy Duncan a cake and a present, get tickets for the local production of Fame and do my shopping, and I'm wilting. I feel like I've been hit on the head, only without the pain.

( Short, not particularly self-hating, but angsting, about my future )

Edit: Hotmail account seems fine now, so feel free to e-mail it if you wanted to, well, e-mail me. Thanks to angrychemist I've set up a Gmail account as back-up, though.