Dear me, am I tired. For the last two weeks I have been robbed of my weekend lie-ins by my early morning Saturday job, paint-balling last week and a Burns Night only yesterday. I fear that this unwanted change to my sleeping schedule may be slowly killing me, but considering that I believe that everything is slowly killing me, this hardly counts.

I really, really want to rite something interesting, honestly. But I just feel very defeated and exhausted at the moment. I'd tell you that I'm planning something interesting for next week, but you and I both know that that's a lie. Ah, well.

G'night.