I am fatigued. A deep, soul-stumbling fatigue. I am too tired to deliver a plethora of amusing lines and linkies. I am too tired, full stop.

Last night the posse and I went gothing. I won a CD by a group named Funker Vogt - wait, hang on, that link won't do you any good unless you speak German. Try the English fan site instead. I won this CD by dancing very well, apparently. Apart from that, the night was still fantastic, and even the rain on the walk home couldn't dampen my spirits.

The early start with hangover the next morning could certainly do it, though. And the seven straight hours of work (cleaner at my college) merely compounded the problem. Legs already worn out by dancing have been stretched to a new level by stairs and corridors. I feel a heavy fatigue I have not felt in a long time (since the old glory days of slumber parties and netball).

In any case, the working state of affairs will likely continue for some time yet, so don't expect heaps of posts from me in the next week.