I'm just about ready to give up on sleep. I'm tired and took two sleeping tablets but all they've done is made me slightly drowsy. Now I'm feeling rather manically productive but not in a way that makes me want to move and do anything other than make lists in my head. Which for some reason right now is just food. Which isn't helpful because I've already sorted what I'm eating tomorrow.
Breakfast: bacon, hake, prawn, onion and mushroom omelette (because the fillings need eating up).
Dinner: Spaghetti bolognese sauce with baked potato and salad, cheese and coleslaw.
Tea: Chicken Thighs (roast with some sort of seasoning) with rice noodles that's been tossed in butter, soy sauce and a little of whatever I marinade the chicken in.
And my brain is screaming at me to go eat a massive bowl of weetabix (which I don't like) because there's no cornflakes (I'm not hungry so this shouldn't be an issue), to pack up the things I've sold online ready to post as soon as the post office opens (I don't drive and know my mum can't drop them off till the afternoon so there's no reason for me to fixate), that right now is a good time to sort and start doing my washing, cleaning the fridge and climbing in the loft to put things away.
Instead what I am doing is contemplating making a cuppa and possibly doing some online shopping (which I won't buy till tomorrow around sixish in the evening to prevent impulse buys as I really need to save money).
Sometimes I really hate my brain. There are actual important things that I need to do tomorrow that will be drowned out because I'm tired or fixating on something else. I've already changed my pjs twice because nothing felt right and been in and out of bed opening and closing the window because I can't decide if I'm hot or cold and now I really want some flash fried chicken mini fillets coated in mock nando's peri peri garlic sauce.