I told A I'd look after myself. It really is a warm fuzzy that he cares enough to bestow a half-hour lecture on the topic upon me. However, it's all much easier said than done. Eat more, he said, but the dinner at this establishment is not the sort of thing that lends itself to being eaten in excessive quantities. Eat lunch, he said, but that costs money and I'm loath to spend on something I don't feel I need anyway. Sleep in, he said, but I have classes every day at ten. Rush your preparation, he said, but I infinitely prefer leisure, especially at that time of the morning.

I've been tired for the past five years, as far as I can remember. There was one day in grade eleven when I stayed home and slept all day because I was minorly diseased. After that and a decent night's sleep, I felt well-rested. It was the first time in at least two years I can remember not feeling tired. The next day, of course, I was back to normal.

My mother immediately declares this sort of extended fatigue is anaemia, but I've been giving blood for two years now and haven't been registered as anaemic at all. Nevertheless, I'm on the iron supplements at the moment. I just hope they work, because otherwise there are other unpleasant possibilities. Like chronic fatigue, but worse, like Coeliac disease, which my mother has. I'm not sure which is the worst part about that possibility - the colonoscopy that is required to make a definite diagnosis or the fact you can't eat pasta (or anything else containing glutin) if you do have it.

I think I'd prefer to just have another nap.