Well this is fun

Those of you keeping up with current events will know that today I am heading up to London for a packed day of fun. As well as seeing two shows (the matinee of Cabaret(hopefully, only want to see it because Anna Maxwell Martin is Sally Bowles and the poor lamb has been missing some shows while struggling with a virus. Opening night was last night so she had to go on and so potentially she might take this afternoon off, who knows?) followed by the evening performance of Caroline, Or Change), I have to do some shopping and return all those Alias discs to the friend I borrowed them from BEFORE I meet my theatregoing companion at noon. In the two hour between show time, I have dinner with another friend planned. Busy. Packed day.

So it's only fair and right that I should enter my third week of sleeping like total shit. I've been waking up in the night for no apparent reason and/or waking up before my alarm goes off by some margin. This week, it upped the ante a little and for the past three mornings I have woken up at 6:30am having not been able to get to sleep the night before. Which is harsh enough when you have to get up an hour later for work. But when you don't have to get up until nearly 9am, it's really fucking annoying. Ah well. In other news, I have now lost 30lbs. Slowly but surely, slowly but surely.....