Just to clarify: the next person who greets me with a comment along the lines of “Shit, you look tired” (or even more eloquently, “Shit, you look like shit”) will not receive my usual look of watery gratitude for their show of care and concern. Instead, I will set my lasers to stun and wipe them from the face of the planet. Because I know; I don’t need to be told. Really.
Oh, and the greying bags underneath my eyes are currently available for hire. At the moment, they’re only suitable for transporting small grocery items, but at the rate my sleep patterns are going, you’ll soon be able fit household fridge-freezers inside them. Really x2.
I’m currently estimating that my last decent night of unbroken rest was sometime in early September. But the good news is that I have finally discovered the art of nodding off on the Northern Line. So that’s a bonus, I suppose.