Room rearrangement and more insomnia.
I moved the furniture around in my room. I hated it at first but now I kind of love it. It looks a lot bigger and it's made one wall more of a feature. I should have been revising and now I have a huge lump on my leg for my sins (not revising). Silly, heavy bed. I think too much nowadays, and, simultaneously, not enough. I care about what are probably all the wrong things. I am going to force myself to revise tonight. I know I won't sleep anyway so I may as well put the time to use. Tomorrow, I may even ring the doctor at last. But probably not.
I think my four-year-old self would not be impressed with what she found if ever we were to meet.
Kitty.