I'm going to warn you now that this blog may not make sense.

I'm back from England. I fucked my sleeping on the plane and I'm yet to recover. I'm getting hungry at odd times and my sleeping patterns are just fucked.

Thursday I arrived home at 11am, tired after having about 5 hours sleep across half a day in England, a 12 hour flight, an 8 hour stopever and a 9 hour flight. I then decided I'd stay awake until at least 9. That night I went to bed at 10 slept well. I had...