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The days of dragging myself out of bed at 6am for school seem as distant as a putrid memory from another era. In fact, these days I tend to crawl into bed at 6am, and so it was a bit of a Change last night, when I dropped into bed at midnight and got a solid and uninterrupted 9 hours of sleep. Funnily enough, I don't feel all that refreshed.
I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes, several days attack me all at once. On rare occasion, I bat the days valiantly aside, only to find myself gazing into the blank stares of a queue of months. On occasions such as this, it is better that you feed your planner into the paper shredder, set fire to your calendar and crawl under the blankets to hide.