... I know I should be in bed. Everything is telling me to go to bed. There is nothing on TV (that's actually quite scarey). My eyes are red and hurting (which looks so good with the massive bags under the eyes - really would scare children if I was seen in this state). I'm tired.
and yet I'm not in bed.
I'm surfing the interweb for all it's worth, thinking about going to bed.
I think it ties in with the having-over-done-it-thing and the not-feeling-very-well-again thing.
I shall try and re-start the pottering again tomorrow. That should help. Oh, and I might feel a bit better as well. That would be nice.