Oh man I felt a little weird last night (my brain was sort of swimming around inside my head when I lay down) and then I woke up at 1.30 in absolute agony and managed to drag myself to the bathroom, where all my internal organs turned to soup and vacated my body. Then I dragged myself back to bed and had the brain-swimming thing again, and cried out for my mother who in the past has heard me whimpering quietly from the other side of the house but last night had developed temporary deafness and didn't hear me yelling for her from the next room. Then some more organ-soup and I finally managed to get to sleep.
And this morning I feel fine, if a little hungry. What the hell, body.
In other news I am about to book a train ticket down to London, which is the rather inconvenient spot from which I am flying out to Norway in like TWO AND A HALF WEEKS. It would have been quite handy if I was still living in Cambridge but now it's almost three hundred miles away (yes I know that's an afternoon stroll for you Americans and Aussies but it is about a quarter of the country here). On the upside I can get a train ticket for £6.60 each way, which is the same amount I pay to get into town on the bus and back. That is ludicrous.