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had a very weird night last night. went to bed earlyish, around 11pm. but just couldnt get to sleep. i tossed and turned for ages. then i started to feel a bit ill, it was kind of like period pains but not quite. after a while it spread to my stomach, and i started feeling like i wanted to throw up. i must have dozed of a couple of times, because when i finally crawled to the bathroom it was 3.15am. i thought throwing up might help, but there was no throwing up to be had. so i fetched myself a glass of water and went back to bed. as soon as i got back into bed i felt godawful, so leapt straight back up again and wandered about the flat in beaver's dressing gown (it was a chilly night). drank some more water, then finally at about 3.40 am i got around to throwing up. it wasnt all that pleasant (throwing up never is) and i was reminded, as i sat there huddled up next to the toilet, of a night in York, many years ago now, when Beaver, Tim, Jen and I stayed up drinking in my room on campus, and I drank too much, and threw up, and Tim sat with me in the loo and looked after me.

what was strange though, was how much better i felt after i'd thrown up. I crawled back into bed (i'd woken beaver up by this time), and fell asleep. proper sleep. although i wasnt amused with my alarm clock when it went off at 7.35am. so i struggled through work today on 4 hours sleep and no food really from the day before.

found out in work today that the ex-assistant manager from the branch down the road (ex because she's just left to go have a baby) has lost both her parents this week. I cant even begin to imagine how awful that must feel, especially so close to the birth of your first child.