A day of rest

Some of you know that I'm not a morning person. At weekends and during holidays (since I'm still a student, my "holidays" take up 22 weeks of the year...) I typically sleep until at least 10am, which is typically when someone forcefully wakes me up.

This term I've been faced with three 10am lectures and two 9am lectures per week. For me this means 8am and 7am starts so, knowing my tendency to get irritable with less than 9 hours of sleep, I've been going to bed between 10pm-11pm every night. Every — night. And yet still, last week I pretty much collapsed from exhaustion. I have no idea why. All I can think is that it seems so unfair.

This week hasn't been much better, although one of my 9ams has been permanently cancelled (leaving me with a 10am instead, how sweet). Since my Thursday timetable now reads: 10-11am, 4-6pm, I decided to be rebellious, skip my 10am and have a much-needed lie-in.

With this in mind, it would have been nice if the doorbell hadn't gone rather loudly at 6:56am.

Dabs delivery. Fuji camera case. Valentine's present from Kevin. 6:56. AM.

Sob.