1am is a very quiet hour.

At what point does not being very tired turn into insomnia? I'm not quite there yet but I want to be sure of the tipping point so as when I arrive at it - I can be sure of my self diagnosed inability to sleep.

I don't know why i'm up at 1am checking up on my cupcake blogs, my political ramblings, rachel's most recent minidates. I just am. No, you on facebook, it has nothing to do with my obsession with facebook application games. Yes, they're sad, and no I don't have 'a problem' they're simply entertaining. And all I think about all day...

I kid, honestly.

So, methinks the norovirus has gone away. I consumed an entire scotch egg earlier and it has only left me with mild rumblings from the stomach area as opposed to the hideously unpleasant repercussions I have been suffering all week from anything other than lucozade and gala apples. I even ventured forth from my house today in a bold attempt to outwit my stomach into thinking I was no longer governed by it, rather I was in control. This, my dear readers was a fatal error. Do not walk to school, get on a bus for an hour, sit in the cantine, go into town, have a cup of tea, sit for 3hrs in Neros and then walk back to Georgey's house if you have a funny tum. It will hurt. It does hurt. I am in pain.

This I blame for my being up at 1am.

Is everyone ill?

I really think they are. Anna, Rach, Me, Oscar...

I think i've now read every web comic, watched every episode of friends, scrubs, gilmore girls and veronica mars there is. And consumed nothing but lucozade and apples.

Have lost 3lbs. Lookin' good, feelin' gross.

Daytime Television.

Is crap.

I've been off ill today and yesterday and I am not looking forward to going to work tomorrow. Not that I can afford not to, it's getting too close to all these birthdays for me to be losing money. But sitting in a box coughing and feeling sick is going to be crappy.

I'm watching the gymnastics thing yon telly, all the ones i've seen so far have fllen off, fallen over or landed on their bums. It's such a shame, they're all so nervous and all those people watching. I can't even talk to strangers on the phone without mild panic setting in, how these people fling themselves around in leotards under such pressure is beyond me.

Euuuurgh, I wish George was here. Being ill is boring.

Alex Stobbs

Is possibly my favourite person. If you haven't heard of him already - he is a 21 year old boy at cambridge university studying music. He has cystic fibrosis. He doesn't play on it, or let it ruin his life. Quite the opposite. He is an absolute inspiration and I am in awe of his playing, his composing, and his conducting. So sad that such a genius should be so plagued by such a terribe illness...

I've been glued to the telly tonight.

Sarah McLachlan

Spend all your time waiting

For that second chance

For a break that would make it okay

There's always one reason

To feel not good enough

And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

Oh beautiful release

Memory seeps from my veins

Let me be empty

And weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line

And everywhere you turn

There's vultures and thieves at your back

And the storm keeps on twisting

You keep on building the lie

That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference

Escaping one last time

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here