somebody up there hates me
September 27, 2002 | 11:23 a.m.

I just cannot win.

Last night I was really tired for some reason, so I went to bed early at 11:00pm or sometime around then. I never go to bed that early, so I woke up at 4:00am and couldn't get back to sleep properly. I had that thing where you kind of slip in and out, unsure whether you're awake thinking about something or asleep dreaming about it, or one and then the other, or vice versa. Does anyone else get that? Anyway, I finally fell asleep at around 7:00am and overslept, missed my lift, and was half an hour late for history which of course had to be at 9:00am this morning.

The moral of this story is that my body clock is fucked beyond any and all recognition, and that I cannot beat it at its own game.

Guestbooks work again! Yay! This is not a hint, I'd never be that shallow ;)

1400 BST, eh? I'll be here registering my delight or extreme state of pissed-off-ness at about 2:10pm then, depending on what they decide. I suspect I already know the answer, but I just hope that if the papers are re-marked we'll get our results before January which is when the re-sits are. Talk about a right royal fuck-up.

Edit - except I won't, because I'll be in a lesson until 2:45pm. I'll be here then though, just try and stop me. I'm sure somebody will.

For a while we were waking up to blue skies and sunshine, but it's back to overcast miserable mornings now, just in case we forgot we were in Britain.

<3
gf

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