It's 4:08 in the ante meridian and I'm bloody awake. What's worse is that I woke up 20 minutes ago. And in the nasty twist that is migraines, the migraine I get from waking up so early is so bad it prevents me from going to sleep. Oy. I need a head transplant - just so long as I can keep my hair. Bloody love my hair. That wasn't a command. That was a statement. Just clarifying, as I think I had a dream about grammar. Migraines are strange, strange things.
Going to watch SHerlock Holmes in hope of being lulled back to sleep. Love the show, but if I'm sleepy nothing else will put me to sleep like those. All those nice, even British accents and scenes of people just talking. No gun shots or car chases or shouting. If someone gets excited it's all very controlled and very rarely raises above a, "I say, dear chap, that goes too far!" Oh god, my head. ANyone wanna trade?
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