Sleeeeeeep... Sleeeeeeep...

I'm shattered. It doesn't seem to matter how much or little I sleep at the moment, I remain in a permanent state of utter-knackeredness. It's probably just stress what with the website deadline looming and all the Study School mayhem.

Today I am working 9-4, then helping run an IT drop-in session from 7-8 where students can come in and discuss any problems they're having, which will almost certainly over-run as these things tend to, and then I am expected to attend the pub quiz that has been organized for the students at 9. I can see that I am going to be dead on my feet tomorrow.

My Sister is back home from the hospital, she arrived there yesterday. Apparently my parents had to transport her, not an ambulance as the occasion really called for. Her back has to be kept immobilised, as far as I can tell, for some time and so really two paramedics should have had the job of getting her into the house, up the stairs and round the tight bend on the landing and into the study where she will be staying for the next few weeks. My Dad made me chuckle with this line: