It's coming, the disorienting time change that I have moaned about so extensively that it is now redundant to do any more but mention that British Summer Time is evil and is almost upon us. Bring on the horror of double-time for the next too many months! Bring it on! Let the nausea begin!
Oh good grief. No. I'm too sick to go on today. The sore throat is slowly climbing it's way to the brain at which point everything will turn into lime juice. The whole world into lime juice. That has got to be better than an hour's time change.
Tiredness. Sleep eluded mightily this week, both due to insomnia and the stress of marking. Marking is something that should never be done. It should be abolished. It's a nightmare. Maybe the Vice-Chancellor should do it all and gain enlightenment in what we go through. Oh never mind the Vice-Chancellor.
Too late. Too tired. Time to sleep. Placeholder alert!
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