I'm not too sure if this is ironic or not. But last night, while I was sitting with Kev (out of my face) I admit that I was utterly exhausted. But for some reason I didn't want to go to bed. The justification for this was that the weekend was nearly over and that even though I'd not slept since Friday night, I would rather be awake to experience my free time, rather than sleep through it. At the time, that seemed perfectly logical.
This morning and right now, I feel like I'm going to die. I'm concentrating all my energies into keeping my eyes open and I'm try to stay alive; and I'm wishing that yesterday I had just gone to sleep. Is that Ironic? I'm to tired to care, actually.