11.10am I slept over Cat's last night and due to being picked up at nine this morning, I am already very, very awake, and feeling slightly like it's the middle of the day. On a normal weekend... well I suppose I get up at nine on a normal weekend as well but I would certainly not get dressed at five minutes past. Cat and I always have rather deep and intellectual conversations about the different ways our minds work and how some of our personality traits grate against each other. I suppose we're two people that if you looked at personality shouldn't get on, but we do. Yet again, I want to do my english essay but I don't have the motivation. I seem to find myself here quite a lot. It's just one of those things that I have no desire whatsoever to do. Sometimes I don't mind doing essays because at least the subject matter is vaguely interesting, but every single point that's written in my essay plan is utter rubbish. I'm one of those people who gets to sleep really easily most of the time. Obviously, there are nights when I just can't make myself switch off, but recently I haven't been getting enough sleep anyway so when I give myself the chance I'm out like a light. Cat plays music when she's going to sleep, and when we decided to go to sleep last night, I was out like a light before the end of the first track. Impressive.