Today is the ninth day on the run I have woke up after ~4 hours sleep. These nightmares are getting ridiculous.
Oh I feel sick as a bloody dog.
This morning I had bananas on toast for breakfast with a mug of milky, sweet tea. And now, despite that I am facing the Saturday hell shift in the kitchen (after which I will smell of a chip pan and ~4 zits will appear on my face due to the grease I get covered in) I’m feeling fabulous.