*dies*

Utterly, utterly exhausted. My brain has turned into slush, and I'm pretty much capable of nothing more than curling up on the sofa and staring into space. Not that I have any idea _why_ I only slept about 5 hours last night, but it certainly hasn't been helping. surliminal reckons it might be something to do with not having had any days completely free since the 18th - and she might well have a point.

Here's a brief run-down of the last few:

Friday - daisyflip had a party, which was lovely. Met a few new people, chatted to some older friends, sang happy birthday and staggered home about 1-ish.
Saturday - Neil's birthday of boardgaming was held at Hugh's, although I ducked out for two hours in the mdidle for a code-drop at work (thankfully a four minute walk away). Then off to see The Fountain, about which I have already spouted.
Sunday - stuff into boxes. Lots of stuff. Lots of boxes. Also switched the living room and my bedroom back around the right way. Took about 11 hours. Place looks like the vandals, goths and visigoths held a sacking competition.
Monday - Went to see Blood Diamond and The Last King of Scotland. Review(s) to follow.
Tuesday - Finally took a bunch of tisme's stuff that's been lurking around the flat for three years over to her place. Then went out for a variety of kebabs at Topkapi with her and poisonduk.
Today - Had to be in work early to organise things for a presentation to the business. We were showing off the prototype I'd been working on for the last two weeks, to get them to agree we can rewrite the GUI for the application I'm working on. Was a bit fraught, but they seemed to like it. Now need to finish packing stuff into boxes. And have some food. And be dead.
Tomorrow - Deadlands.
Friday - take all of the boxes currently taking up the flat over to Hugh's, so they can sit in his spare room.
Saturday - Cthulhu RPG.
Sunday - Buffy RPG.
All of next week - Nothing! Blessed nothing! And you can't make me!

Eastercon

I've been throwing around the idea of going to Eastercon, so in a last minute bid to make it possible, does anyone fancy sharing a room?

Knowing is half the battle

My brain has been alternating between "Aieee!!! Do lots of stuff!!! Why aren't you doing lots of stuff!!!!" and *is dead* for the last few days. And then, all at once, when I realised I'd not had any time off for the past two weeks, and that _that_ was why I felt so crap, it stopped.

This happens quite a lot to me. I'll feel crap for some reason, and suddenly I'll work out why, and feel much better. Sometimes I start to feel better first and suddenly realise what's been wrong, and sometimes the realisation triggers the recovery; but they nearly always come together. I wonder why that is.

Diets

The Best Diet Advice Ever. Seriously.

(Usual caveats apply. Should your metabolism be fucked up or freaky then standard advice doesn't apply to you. Yes, there are exceptions to every rule. Now shoo.)