Apr. 11th, 2005

psalm_onethirtyone: (Death Comes for Nemo [made by tiamatschi)
*cries* So very, very tired. Up at six this morning and late to bed last night.

Latin failing to make sense. Latin, in fact, proving entirely incomprehensible. Oh, Terence, be kind to me; I can't function properly at the moment.

Going to go off and get something to eat. I shall be a mess at work to-day. I do hope it won't be me on my own, for I shall disappoint everyone most terribly. Exhaustion =/= good sensory stimulation.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Dying [made by erinpuff])
As suspected, work bad; of course, not work in itself so much as I myself. Very wretched. Nearly came over faint again during the 16:15 activity, whereupon Rebecca made me drink water and Linda insisted I ought to sit down, though of course activity cannot be done properly sitting down, so did not.

Have been forbidden from treadmilling. Think I may be ill.

To bed.

Note: Reason Rebecca not there last week: on account of heart trouble (!!). Augggh. Like her so much. Shall not watch her succumb to an early grave through overwork. V. upset.

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