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It's all the 'not sleeping at night' that I do. I got home at nine in the morning, stumbled to bed and woke up at one. Four hours of sleep may be why I'm tearful right now. I have no other possible explanation.
It may also be because I'm watching a documentary about Florence on the Discovery Channel, on my own at home, on a sunny Sunday.
Or maybe because I've just seen pictures of a friend of mine, who's a touring dancer for Cheryl Cole. And I'm still here, not doing anything, feeling like an absolute failure.
This could go on and on and on and on....
I don't even know what I need.
And this is completely irrelevant. I need sleep, that's what I need. I need sunshine and motivation, a good book to read and for this stupid 'mother's day' to be over, so that I can rid myself of the obligatory duty of playing nice.