Sleep

This is so annoying. I was just getting ready to write, when someone's phone started belting out 'Pick up you bastard, pick up you bastard'. I find it incredibly sad, but what else can one expect from a couple of scruffy, smelly, morbidly obese individuals with a combined mental age of seven?
Sleep wasn't brilliant last night. There was lots of tossing and turning and strange dreams. I was wide awake at a quarter past four, and nodded off again just as it was turning light. I rolled out of bed at seven, looking and feeling like a compost heap.