I. Am Knackered.
If this worries you still, you'll probably be pleased to know that I handed in my notice at the coffee shop - so from next month, any further bedtimes past 3am will be entirely due to alcohol and occasionally just me forgetting to go to bed at sensible times.
Not that I'll have much more free time - there's works to be done at the Grant Museum of Zoology
. Yay me?
Meanwhile, I need to stay awake long enough to actually do some of the PhD work my life revolves around. I just... can't get my brain to work, still.
Happiness, on days like this
, is a warm kitty.