It's currently 2am and I am wide awake. Lauren isn't keeping me up; she is fast asleep.
Oh, the irony of it all after my last post. I have insomnia tonight.
I've come downstairs for a mug of horlicks to try to get off to sleep. I've already tried counting sheep and all that stuff but I just felt more and more frustrated and less and less sleepy.
I suspect that my insomnia has quite a lot to do with my upcoming deadline for the submission of my paper (Thursday). Although I have finished it, I am still tweaking it to get the word count down and tidy up my arguments. The more water tight it is, the less likely I will get blown away by some nasty examiner in the viva exam.
Stress, stress, stress!
To top it all, I have caught a sore throat (probably from Lauren or Jase) and every time I lie back in bed I feel as if I can't breathe and I'm being strangled.
What a nightmare! Shouldn't have spoken so soon...