Boxing day... Part 1

Wow, daytime and I'm writing. I should be working, actually. I've read 'Growth Monitoring' in Health For All Children, unfortunately I've actually read the second, not the third edition; mostly because I got 3/4 of the way through photocopying it before I realised that I had the wrong edition in my hand (it looked like the newer one!) and didn't have the money to copy the newer one...
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Boxing day... Part 2

I've only really been properly up for 4 hours, and I'm absolutely shattered. I think it's the warmth (sitting against a radiator, 'cos the rest of the house is so bloody cold); the sleeping in (which is rare for me); and the semi-darkness (my parents tend not to have their lights on very much - I think my dad finds bright light uncomfortable).

I just want to sleep - which is bad, 'cos I need to work. Nyargh. Sleep? Work? Sleep? Work...

Boxing day... Part 3

I am so tired. I want to sleep. I'm trying to keep myself awake with music, but it's dark in here, dark and warm and just nicely comfy. Even the White Label Remix of 9-5 is failing to fill me with energy. I've written some stuff on child development. It's probably bollocks. I'm so tired. I've not got my contacts in, so I could just go to sleep. I'm going to be really pissy when I get home and have to put all these bloody diary entries up. I wish I had an internet connection here. I don't like ringing people at Xmas, y'know. It's a family time, not a random friends ringing up time. Also, I'm at my parents and I feel bad about using their phone, but they live in a valley, and no mobiles work here, not properly. Up in my bedroom I get an intermittent signal, strong enough to send and receive messages (usually through the process of it failing and me leaving the phone there trying to send).

Most of the time it says "No Service" or "Emergency Only".

Still, I could sleep here, on this comfy little beanbag. That'd be nice.

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Still tired. Think I might stop for a bit and kip.

The Boxing Day Stream of Consciousness

So I didn't stop for a sleep. After a bit of a doze, and a bit more faffing with the work, I decided ('cos I'm clever like that) that watching "The L Word" while my mum and dad were asleep was a good idea. I knew that I just couldn't watch it with my parents around; I mean, it was just... not going to happen, okay?
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I just had the best conversation:
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