Irony. Heavy irony.
Everyone else is enjoying that extra hour of sleep. And I am faced with an extra hour of not-being-asleep. Because my spurny-body-ensemble cannot quite grasp the whole sleep thing. Extra bonus irony points for someone with chronic fatigue not being able to sleep.
I am bored. I can't really go for a walk, or go and watch TV, or generally do anything that would make noise because it wouldn't be fair to make Daniel be awake just because I am.
I am also hungry. I had tea ten hours ago. It's five hours until breakfast might reasonably be eaten.
Mind you, having just finished it, Declaration (Gemma Malley) is really quite a splendid book & it would recommend it.
I'm going to go and play myself at Scrabble for a bit. And sulk some more. Because I am fed up of being ill, fed up of my body being crap, fed up of being constantly tired and routinely getting no sleep at all really really hacks me off even more than the crappy sleep I generally manage.
I am bored. I can't really go for a walk, or go and watch TV, or generally do anything that would make noise because it wouldn't be fair to make Daniel be awake just because I am.
I am also hungry. I had tea ten hours ago. It's five hours until breakfast might reasonably be eaten.
Mind you, having just finished it, Declaration (Gemma Malley) is really quite a splendid book & it would recommend it.
I'm going to go and play myself at Scrabble for a bit. And sulk some more. Because I am fed up of being ill, fed up of my body being crap, fed up of being constantly tired and routinely getting no sleep at all really really hacks me off even more than the crappy sleep I generally manage.