Sleep...

Sunday-Monday: Maybe I felt my bed was going to break... Couldn't sleep.
Monday-Tuesday: Bed broke. Searched for fixing method for half an hour. Couldn't sleep.
Tuesday-Wednesday: Game night. Went to bed at 12:30. Couldn't sleep.
Wednesday-Thursday: Went to bed at 10. Mice behind the wall. Woke at 3:00. Couldn't sleep.
Thursday-Friday: Body gave out halfway through workout. Showered, bed, too exhausted. Couldn't sleep.

The most horrid thing is that waking becomes increasingly more difficult after each night of lack of sleep. I can't even remember how I got here this morning. Obviously by train (assuming I REALLY didn't walk 20 kilometers...). I can only hope this weekend will be as calm as the last one so that I can at least restore myself to the level of last week, not that that was much good, but this is just ridiculous. I need to be at least slightly rested for when I view my apartment next week.

( Yeah, that's right! Next Thursday I'm going to see my apartment on the inside for the first time! )

Today is not going to be productive.