If that's what it takes, that's what I'll do....

Those of you who started singing when they read the subject line of this post have been listening to too much Bon Jovi!

I slept for 17 hours last night... after being awake for 35! I was doing lots and lots of work and finished at noon yesterday, but didn't go to sleep for fear of waking up in the middle of the night which I hate so I kept myself occupied by going to the Forest Cafe with Adam and Tom and eating baked beans on toast and then just sitting there talking to Adam while Tom slept. It was nice... but then we couldn't get up because we just... couldn't.

Then eventually I went back to the labs and wrote out a few e-mails to do with karate/my self defence for girls project/martial arts webpage martial arts, went home, had dinner and a shower, and went to bed at 8, thinking I'll wake up around 9 this morning and congratulating myself on my great timing.

I might've woken up at 9, but if I did I went straight back to sleep and woke up at 1.

I a pretty weird dream where I dreamt that I had a terrible illness and only one day to live, and I was perfectly fine with it. Not much time to panic when you only have one day to live! But then I was like "oh no, I have to write e-mails to my friends so they'll know I died!"....
... because, you know, I couldn't just call them.

It's a thing though, that I worry about... when I haven't heard from someone in a while I think "Oh my god, what if they died and I just didn't know????" and it's pretty horrible.

Anyway, I've got to go as it's the karate AGM tomorrow and I've got to type up an agenda. I've already typed up the Secretary's report, printed out vote slips, and changed the Blues constitution! I'm such an ace secretary. I'm glad I won't be secretary next year.