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Last night I went to bed at 10.30pm and fell asleep roughly before my head hit my pillow. I stayed there until my alarm went off, wherein I woke up enough to phone the doctor (staying in bed all the time, I might add), sleepily get an appointment to get a refill of my pill, and fell back asleep. I reluctantly hauled myself out of bed again at about midday, and all I'm looking forward to in my day is, basically, getting an excuse to sleep again. Still, at least it's a lovely day so I can walk to the doctors, and spent the afternoon in the garden reading Wolf Hall which is brilliant but slightly eating my life.

I am so totally taking next weekend off. I mean it this time, too!