Still not sleeping well, not doing much revision and generally feeling like I'm going to be the last 30 something left on the shelf. Funny how I've been successful at everything else in life except the thing I want the most - a family and stable relationship. Even applying as much research and effort to that as I have to the other parts of my life doesn't seem to have borne fruit.
Onwards with the house hunting.
Reality is that which, if you don't believe in it, doesn't go away.
