The haze

I have just read The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco in my in between times, and on the sixth day the abbey is enshrouded with fog, which obscures people, buildings, everything. This is perhaps a good analogy for how I feel, in that everything is a haze, obscured by tiredness. I am totally wrecked, and I mean totally. I am not sleeping well, I am working at the other house every day, I am worn out. Indeed, the only night recently I slept particularly well at all was the ohter night when I sat up late reading, and even then I still didn't have a long enough sleep. And I wake up every morning with a sore back as well.

I am worn out.

I have had to defer two units this SP; CMM26 and VIS 28. This is because I just couldn't keep up. I would have deferred the other two - HST310 and POI22 - but for various reasons I can't. And so I have had to take the day off from the other house to catch up on them, because I am too far behind.

I am worn out.

V. is just a haze. Music is just a haze. Everything is just a haze, and I just want to sleep.