Day 39: I'd kill to fall asleep.

I seem to be so tired. I don't understand quite what it is, all this build up of doing nothing and drinking beer all the time sure does seem to take up a lot of energy... And then when I'm typing, my hands seem to get tired after writing like the smallest amount of nothing. And I have a feeling I'm going to have outbursts of talking about things that don't make any sense, or over describing something to the point where you forget what it is I'm describing to you. Oh dear.

My mother woke me up at nine thirty today, this didn't make me best pleased, although I was in a sort of state of being half asleep and half awake. I must of been like that since the middle of the night, I think I woke up because I felt like I had a spider or something small and insect like crawling on me. It was most likely a peice of discarded hair somehow floating on my arm.

So we went to this beach today. It was sunny but windy at first, when you lay down on the sand it warmed up so much though. After I'd liberally applied some of Tesco's finest sun protection cream I did another three hour stint of sun bathing, before deciding that it was far too cold and wanted to go home. Which is odd cause usually I'd rather stay out, but sun bathing seems to be exhausting by any means.

When we got back, I retreated up into my room and on to the laptop, planning on watching some bbc3 "documentary" or something and falling asleep. Little did I realise that I can't actually access it when I'm out of the country. This fills me with fatigue and fury...