Entry tags:
stupid imaginary sheep
It is half past 1. Why can't I sleep? I have stupid early morning meeting tomorrow. Brand new client, must be sparkly and amazing. Something has gone wrong with my head, and not only can I not get to sleep, I can't stay asleep. Me, the queen of the marathon sleep! I've been waking with horrible bloody chest pains all bloody week. I have drugs that are supposed to prevent this sort of thing. What bloody use are they if my chest feels like a hippopotamus has plonked its fat arse across it, eh? I AM NOT AMUSED. GRRRR.