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Today was officially a tough day. I don't exactly want to gripe about it, but don't exactly want to move on either. I feel a repeat of Saturday night coming on, but have neither the energy nor the inclination to indulge in that kind of emotional extravagance again so soon. I think that maybe I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep. I have sampled most of the food in two people's fridges and have determined that what I'm looking for isn't in there. I have already showered once today, and my room is surprisingly reasonably clean. I'm waiting I suppose for some kind of inspiration, some un-thought-of fizzy beverage or comforting hug. I would like to fall asleep in somebody's lap, but I don't know who would offer or whom I would ask. But it's nevertheless a nice thought, even though I wouldn't do it anyway. I'm just tired tired tired tired and I can't bear the thought of going to sleep.