Bring Me That Horizon

Hmm...so I've now slept six hours in the last three nights. No, four? I wouldn't trust my mental faculties at the moment, if I were you.
Now, to whom does that sound like fun? Oh, and I'm sick. The two might be related...but I'm really not willing to establish causality at this point - all we have is a positive correlation. (Guess who's been studying for exams...go on, guess!) Ya see, I can't really breathe, so that makes sleeping tricky. And only the first night of insomnia was my fault, because yes, I was up studying, and I had spent much of the day studying and napping, due to the sick. But the rest? Pure 100% insomnia. Seriously, if you're thinking of getting it, I can't recommend it highly enough: it is just bloody awesome. Best thing ever. So far I've cleaned the living room, the kitchen, and baked a banana loaf. (Seriously, what else can you do with ridiculously overripe bananas?)
Oh, and if you're thinking "just take a sleeping pill, Heather," because, yeah, the girl with the insomniac history (psst, that's me) does have some of those. BUT! Oh, but I tried that already, to no avail. I think at this point I'd need something with the fortitude to floor a moose. (I think that may be my favourite alliteration evah.)
So, really that's all there is to report - I'm thinking of buying stock in Kleenex, I make the strangest faces should I dare attempt to swallow through this sore-for-no-good-reason throat, and I may soon progress into paranoid delusions. Oh but not until later today - I've got far too much to do. For now though, I think that banana bread may have cooled enough to eat.