I promised everyone I would be in Bed by 10, and I am. I brought the laptop with me so I could post this.

I’m currently living in a surreal insomnia-driven myopia caused by almost exactly 48 hours of no proper sleep. At one point I was trying a half an hour sleep, hour of work thing but it was pointless and silly. I’m in the position now I kept telling myself I wouldn’t get into after last year.

I blame myself entirely this time, no scape goat like ill health. I’m pushing deadlines further and further back to a silly point and not leaving time for what I should really be concentrating on. I’m exhausted by the monotomy of boring pointless academic exercises and grunt work which I feel perhaps illogically compelled to get out of the way before I start the “important” stuff.

I’m completely baffled as to what’s going on in #imen, and have a profound, uncomfortable feeling of not caring either. I have a suspicion that #imenv2 really isn’t going to help anyone until some critical bug fixes are released for the old version.

To those who think I’m being silly getting stressed about my A-levels – I envy you. I envy your position on the road with this all behind you, a position from which you can look back down the road and realise the mountain suddenly looks a whole lot smaller than it did and might, in fact, make a comfortable home for a mole. But I just ask you to remember that everything is relative and I have yet to reach that point, please be a little more sympathetic until I finish climbing this mole hill and discover in my own time what it really is. I have to discover it for myself.

So anyway, I clamber on this journey of self discovery or whatever it is. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel and that’s what I must concentrate on.

I’m deeply saddened to hear the bad news quinophex has informed us of. All the best to him and wilduck, my thoughts are with you both.