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February 4th, 2004

Shaped like a pear [Feb. 4th, 2004|02:13 pm]
[Feeling |crushed]

This is harder than I expected.

I'm now into the second week of my 'not working so I can pursue other projects' sabbatical and it's not going very well at all. I can't settle to anything (except playing Civilization III, I'm good at that), I can't write, I spend so long in the flat that when I go out I've forgotten how to talk coherently to other people, and worst of all I can't sleep.

I've been wide awake, wired, on the computer or reading or making toast until 4am, sometimes 6am, almost every night for a week.

I know things will settle down and I'll work out how to become functional at some point soon, but right now I'm too fogged to work out how or when.
Link2 interventions|Point of Order, Mr Speaker!

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