No sleep at all last night.
No forty winks.
Not even one wink.
No dreams of Sharon.
On the other hand, no nightmares about being back working in RTE.
I hate those nightmares.
No reason for the no sleeping.
Just one of those little kicks in the nuts that life throws occasionally.
In fact, I am fucking knackered.
Excuse me while I shut my eyes for a moment.