I don't know why I'm so tired today - all day I've felt as though I was caught in particularly lazy quicksand. Sinking fast now, despite standing in the rain waiting for a bus and singing Imogen Heap songs to myself, which should have woken me up. Ah well. Apparently I start back at college next Monday, which isn't too much of a surprise. I really ought to write some essays at some point, though.
For some reason the last week has been oddly difficult - presumably it's just depression's way of saying "Happy New Year! I know I've not been in touch as much as I might have been lately but I just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you! Hugs." or something. :) I'm all right, though. But tired, in that oh-god-can't-get-out-of-bed-even-though-I'm-a
Mrrr. Bed now, I think. I know it's only ten and even my mum isn't back from the ballet yet, but my eyes hurt and my head hurts a bit and Mercury Rev are making me sleepy.
Exhausted edit : Oh, come on now, this sort of thing is just unfair. What on earth am I supposed to say to that?