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So dead, so drained. By 9:30 I can't function anymore and have to retreat to bed, but then I just lie there, hours wasted, unable to sleep. The light wakes me at five; I don't want to sleep in, I can't stand being with or near people all the time. Someone said you need at least two hours utterly alone every day to stop your brain strangling itself in frustration; well, if I want it, I have to wake early. Anyhow, once I've woken the sky is all drifting with pink cloud-fragments and the sun is just touching the edges of the gum tree and I watch it work its way down the palms; before it reaches the trunk I can't help be out of bed.
Hours study: 0
Philosophy essay: 0% (goddamn, Prof Forrest, reply to my despairing emails already!)
I will begin to study at seven o'clock, I promise.