Well, no one could rightly call that sleep. I think I lost consciousness a few times - mostly because I don't remember hearing the dryer stop - but I know I spent a decent portion of the night switching position irritably and swearing because it couldn't be time for the crows to start, not yet, not yet...!

So of course the first thing I get out of mum is, "So when are you giving up tea?"

Here is a hint: NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrjaflsdfajs.

Alternatively, OVER MY DEAD BODY.

I had five cups yesterday, which is not that excessive. I think it was the coke that pushed me over, and coke I can certainly go without. But tea? You are walking on thin ice with golf shoes. Seriously. You're bugfuck. Go away.

Hope Isaac is in today, or I'm going to have to pick up his projects. T_T; Meep.

Today was draining, particularly since I decided to kick my mother's hypothesis re. tea and have not had any since just after lunch. Not that it's really fair to test any sleep-related hypothesis when I've not slept properly for three nights, because the results are bound to be biased toward sleep, but whatever.


Really, really fucking want some fucking tea right now. Just saying.

I may swear at you and not mean it later this evening, purely because I want tea.

I realise this is an addiction on par with smoking and that it is probably unhealthy, but dying of tea poisoning sounds pretty okay to me, so shut your faces.

Oh, yeah, Rave. Stop drinking tea when you're at your most hormonal. That's a really great idea.

[EDIT] Now with diagrams.