Well, I ended up awake till 7 a.m., at which point the marquis woke, and I demanded temazepam. I toyed with very early gym (it opens at 6 a.m.) but decided that in my unslept state, I'd be more likely to do harm than good. The drugs knocked me out finally, but as a result today was a bust. (Apart from writing a letter to the Inland Revenue, who have managed to jump to a wrong conclusion.) Mutter.
Tomorrow, she intoned, darkly.