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I don't know if it's the warm weather (temperatures around 15 degrees, trees starting to blossom, and the part of me that isn't in a state of low-grade panic over global warming, approaching apocalypse &c., is guiltily enjoying the sun and not having to wear so many clothes any more) or the fact that the first part of the week tends to be a bit stressful, especially when there's also a dentist appointment and the obligatory accompanying nervous breakdown, but I've been feeling feel extremely wrung out/run over by heavy vehicle/other metaphor of choice and permanently tired ever since Monday.

Collapsed into bed around 9 yesterday, slept for 10 hours, dreamt a lot of weird stuff, of which I remember only a bit of a TW-esque dream with Gwen in it, a pool and someone nearly drowning; and someone having exchanged my camera for a different, older model (a D50; I actually remember this part, mostly because it was close enough to waking up to be actually relieved to do so and discover that it had all been a dream; although I think dream me had a D200, so OTOH...). Also some weird bit about almost being blown up and trying to defuse the bomb. Clearly my dream life is a lot more exciting than the part spent awake...



And I'm still yawning. Sigh.

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