OK, so I wake up with the worst headache ever, the sun piercing through my eyelids and the screech of my mother's voice, screaming at me to get out of bed... it seems something big was going on. Two hours later (I fell asleep again after helping mum...my headache was the excuse), I come downstairs to find that two dudes with hammers had dessimated the office and the sitting room, such that the carpets had been rolled back and the ceiling to the office was now on the floor, along with half the plaster from the walls. It really begs the question as to what could have possibly caused me to sleep through the noise of my house being pulled down around me? .... I guess all the pent up tension from charging around being "busy" has finally caught up with me. Allow my body the luxery of 9 hours sleep and this is what happens...my immune system takes a holiday and I crash. One week before exams. If the condition of the house were a metaphor of how I am at the moment, then one could say that the two builders with their kit are the viruses hacking away at the walls my upper respiratory tract and the woodworm is the backlog of work that is slowly eating away at my conscience, but having yet to do anything about it, the house and myself will inevitably collapse into a pile of rotten joists and dusty grey matter.
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