Early morning

It is early for a Saturday, no? Yes it is. However, there is a reason, I'm off to see my sister in a bit, and the byzantine behaviours of London transport mean that I have to leave very early to get to her at a reasonable time. And then there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth, for I have to make some big apologies for being a bit of a crap brother, get things off my chest, and explain my current worries.

It's also partly due to the fact that I seem to be very restless these days. I'm waking up regularly at about 4:40 every morning, just as it's getting a bit lighter outside, and then >boom< my brain kicks in and all the worries I'm having surface. And lying in bed with not much to do means I'm perfectly set up to just go round in little worrying circles, and this is of course not condusive to sleep. So hopefully I'll sort out my worries soon and rest more easily.

I've actually started thinking about all those niggling things that I've been putting off because they're painful. And tasks that seem to just sit and never get done, I will finish them off! Life cleansing, I suppose, and with my new found drive to cut back on money, means I should be able to concentrate on these things a bit more.

Right, breakfast time.