Since I got to China, I have been denied my greatest pleasure in life...and the strain on both my face and my mood is starting to show. I simply can't sleep.
Last night my sleeplessness didn't seem so bad. It has rained non-stop for about 36 hours. Really slugging it down. I lay in bed last night, awake of course, and slowly the city became quiet. Around 4am the whole place seems to be dozing. The rain was pattering on the roof, and lolled me to a state of relaxation even if it didn't quite do the job and put me into a coma! It's still pouring now so all I really feel like doing is curling up on a sofa under a blanket and reading a book. The danger of this making me nod off is too great so I shall resist. Surely I will manage to sleep for a few hours at night tonight?!
The result is my writing juices aren't flowing as they should. Must do better!
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