This morning I feel very close to tears. I think the lack of sleep and constantly being ill and having a crazy schedule have all got too much, and something's gotta give. I would not be at all surprised if I cry before the end of the day. In fact, it might not be a bad thing at all.
I'm off to Cambridge this evening to stay with Bekki for the weekend. I've just gotta make it through the day first. I can so do this. I really can.
If I tell myself that enough times, d'ya think it'll work?
I sure hope.