Went to bed at about eight-thirty, went to sleep at about ten, halfway through Wicked Gentlemen. Woke up at 2.30am and couldn't get back to sleep. Oh, the glamour and perfection of my life.

Not feeling grand, but not feeling hideously ill, either, so in another bloody half hour when the first bus of the day goes past, I can finally go to work. Might leave when Isaac does today. My hours are getting more and more irregular. Sigh.