I haven't twittered on about my inability to sleep/stay asleep for a while.

Sadly it hasn't magically gone away, I've just got bored of talking about it.

I can now get off to sleep, but I wake up at 3.30ish. But it's better than nothing so I'm really not complaining. Actually, it's probably pretty useless because that happens every third night - nights one and two are largely sleepless. I get one night's sleep every three nights. That's rubbish, isn't it?

Learning how to function with next to no sleep takes a while. I look like a grumpy panda most of the time, but it's doable. But dear God, it's so boring - what is there to do at 5am? Well, 5.42am.

It's still dark. I can't go running till I can see the difference between river and not-river on the trail. I don't want to read.

Oh, thank god for blogging... and cups of tea.