I slept dreadfully last night; first I couldn’t get to sleep, when I slept I dreamt (Unusually erotic!) and remembered it (Just unusual.) and then Brett’s alarm went off around 4am so I only really dozed after that.
I skipped Chorus tonight because I was feeling rough and spent the evening on the sofa instead.
And now I’ve just noticed it’s nearly 1am. Damn.
I can’t seriously believe that losing an hour can affect your body clock that badly – it’s not like you suffer from ‘jetlag’ after a weekend in
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