Dixie currently feels:

Sick

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I came home today, baked myself a chicken and bacon stuffed crust pizza - and ate it whilst I watched The Weakest Link.

I shouted out all the answers I knew, and I never got one wrong.

I felt rather intelligent, especially when the dimwits on the telly got wrong what I'd shouted out right.

Anyway, I think I've either ate too much pizza, or drank too much Sprite.

Maybe it was the dodgy ice cubes I put in the Sprite?

We buy bags of ice - dad likes to have ice with his cider on his nights in.

But the ice smells like seafood.

I have this really awful feeling that the ice is recycled, having already been used in seafood displays...

Eeewww...

I really hope not.

I fell asleep on the sofa at half 6.

Dad came in and fell asleep on the other sofa.

When I woke up, I turned over - and I rolled into a nice warm patch where I'd been laid.

I have a really high core body temperature - I'm ALWAYS warm.

I'm sat here in a room with no radiator on, in a towel, with wet hair - and I'm still warm.

It's not fair - I'm on a heavy flow period, and I've leaked a little on the front of my jeans when I was asleep.

Oh how the feminine cycle radges me so.

I fell asleep because of my lack of sleep.

For the past week, I've been satying awake until 5-6AM, talking to Emily or playing on my DS.

I'd wake up exactly 8 hours later, either at 1 or 2PM.

Last night, I couldn't sleep.

I laid awake with my DS, listening to some Fire of Glory recordings Emily had done.

Not that she has a boring voice - but when people read to me, I always nod off easier.

When I was little, I listened to stories on cassettes.

I still like to.

Ah, the sleep habits of some people.