A bad morning

Last night I slept badly.

Well, actually, what happened was after dinner, which was stupendously delicious and cooked with love and care by Rob, I was exhausted. So I just went into the library with my laptop and tried to debug a few journal entries to make them accessible with WAP. (Turns out many entries are too long for WAP on my phone, or something, so I shall have to work out how to break them up). Eventually Rob realised we ought to wash up, so that the house doesn't sink back into tits usual state of squalor and clutter, and I said "Yes, but I need tea."

Over an hour later, we actually stood up, and I made myself a cup of tea, and Rob started to wash up. Then I put my cup on the table and fell down. I dropped my glasses in my mug, actually. Then I felt depressed and brain-awake-body-asleep and strange; Rob said it was like I was drunk. Or maybe I said that and he agreed. So I sat on the floor and cried and drank tea and sort of dozed off and talked too loud. Then Rob helped me upstairs and into bed, and I lay awake unable to sleep, with my brain buzzing, for ages.

So this morning wasn't very good and I was 10 minutes late for work. I live 20 minutes walk door-to-door away.