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Today: No protestors, but gridlock down to the University. An hour & a half to get in (usually takes about 50 minutes). Not helped by the fact that Stagecoach seem to think that *fewer* buses are needed during term time than in the holidays.

Exhausted. Not sleeping much; when I am, hugely vivid dreams. It's just like before I got my sleeping tablets, so I've tried taking a whole one each night instead of a half. It helps a bit, but makes it impossible to get up in the morning without still being so tired I hurt all over. Although, after a week of sleeping badly, I'm so tired I hurt all over anyway.

Work friend is a member of the gym at the Radisson, where a number of the Liar Party high-ups are staying. The gym's been closed for the week. She wishes (admittedly, only after I suggested it) she'd peed in the pool beforehand. She also hopes they change the water afterwards.

I need someone to look after me. I can't do this grown-up job & house & life thing on my own.

Go on. Make my day.

Tell me Bad Things that have happened to you in the past 48 hours. Whinge & moan & complain at me. Tell me how it sucks to be you. I want to feel that fate hasn't *really* got it in for me, specifically, more than anyone else.

I promise not to point & laugh (unless I don't like you). At least not where you can see.