Luckily, (good positive start) after I wrote my last post, I managed to go back to sleep for an hour and half. I did wake up slightly panicky at 9.00am (I'm meant to be in work for 9.30am) and although I missed my nebs and was a bit late, no one noticed as my boss was even later than me (he was suffering with a man cold). Going back to sleep was fantastic as without it, I wouldn't have been able to survive the day.

The end of last week wasn't too bad and a million times better than last week but then again, I guess it couldn't really be worse. Although my productivity over the last week wasn't as high as I would've liked, I did achieve some good things (see how positive I can be if I try) such as writing press releases which resulted in newspaper articles (hurrah!), cementing those all-important contacts and I even had a good idea to publicise the re-opening of a local shop.

Actually, it's interesting how different a few hours makes as if I'd posted this morning, I would've just complained about how terrible I felt: thanks to waking up drenched (oh the joy of night sweats) which left me feeling like I'd just completed 50 rounds with Mike Tyson.

I'm not sure why I'm in a good mood, maybe it's because I actually left the house and walked in the sun a bit. Apart from that, the afternoon hasn't been that successful as I had to resort to accosting people off the street to attend a fairtrade event I'd organised at a local independent cinema: free fairtrade films, a free tour of the Picture House, and free fairtrade tea, coffee, juice, cake and biscuits. But despite it all being free, free, free and a lovely big article in yesterday's Evening Post promoting the event, only a handful of people showed up. Oh well, at least I've learnt a few lessons for next time. If the Picture House will ever hold an event with me again that is...