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.