Went to bed at about 11pm last night, because Tristan stayed up talking. He's a nice guy and all, but I was tired and I had a headache. So he went and slept in his car, and I went to bed and slept. For the most part.

Got up at about 10am, pulled on some clothes, had a smoke, and went to probation. Which went alright, but my probation officer said it was obvious that I was tired, and grumpy. Luckily she only made me stay for about 10 minutes, which meant I didn't have to struggle through...

To the point that today I had a fairly massive headache, and could not for the life of me fall asleep and have a short nap to sleep it off. Fml.

Tristan came over. Did his washing, had some food, went and got Luke, returned, left again, they'll be coming back later and we're going to play pool. I'll go, because I don't want to be rude, but in all honesty I feel like somebody bashed my brain.

I'm over feeling like this. Over the exhaustion, over feeling low all the time,...