I am so so so tired.  I just can't make myself work.  I'm behaving ridiculously!  I've never done so many daft things in such a short space of time.  I'm like a fifteen year old going off the rails.  It's...well, ridiculous.  Tonight surely I can at least write a sentence?  I punished myself for my drunken antics last night with a 10km run at dawn.  Another daft idea.  Now I just feel completely exhausted.  And I have again achieved nothing.  I'm fighting the desire to go to the pub as I type.  I don't know what's wrong with me!  I am in complete ( but oddly conscious) denial that this assignment is going to take as long as I know it's going to take.  I must stay in.  I must not listen to that little goblin perched on my shoulder.  He is a very very bad influence and he is on the verge of sodding up my grades.