(all times are approximate)
11:30pm- take ridiculously hot bath
00:00am- get into bed, get comfortable, put on soothing rain music
00:03am- ok tomorrow I need to go to uni, clean flat, write up paperwork, read 7 articles….. no, no thinking, just sleeping, sleeeeeeping
00:10am- hear Steph moving around flat
00:14am- wonder if BC is in NYC yet
00:20am- start rewriting in head… no no no stop, must relax
00:24am- hear Steph moving around flat
00:40am- still awake
01:00am- annoyed with rain, change to the Maccabees
01:02am- wonder if BC is listening to “Grew up at Midnight” at the same time as me
01:15am- try counting backward from 100
01:17am- realize that House is on tonight. OMG WILSOOOOOOOON.
01:19am- wonder if you can buy alcohol miniatures at Tesco
01:23am- roll over
02:00am- wonder if I dozed off
02:05am- starving, should have toast
02:06am- go out to kitchen, see dish fairy hasn’t come yet, stomp back off to bed like petulant child, slam door (note that dish fairy came this morning and I am quite grateful to her)
02:30am- oh fuck it, get up and make toast despite the fact that there is next to no butter left
02:34am- catch up on stories posted since midnight
03:00am- start mentally writing in head and then force myself to relax and listen to Maccabees
03:20am- have to pee
03:30am- roll over
03:40am- turn off music
04:00am- WTF birds, shut up
04:15am- really birds, really?
06:32am- oh, did I sleep?
06:45am- shut up birds
07:00am- roll over
08:45am- SHUT UP CONSTRUCTION WORKERS
09:05am- DAD SHUT OFF THE FUCKING LAWN MOWER
09:06am- . . . . .
09:07am- oh wait. . . . .
09:08am- not in Framingham, am in Glasgow
09:15am- listen to whomever is mowing have a hard time starting mower; plot his demise
09:16am- bury head in pillow
10:00am- roll over
11:00am- give up and get up