Sleepless on sofa.

Is 6th June 2013. Have been awake since 4.15. Have decided is imperative to get myself a bed. Need a bed. Have been on sofa for 3 months. Have spent last hour reading back through blogs. Am struck by realisation that Nothing Changes. Two still displays same behavioural traits as before. Comes down at around 10.30 looking vague. Makes noise like horse. Eats large bowl of oats. Feeds birds. Fires up computer. Goes to gym, from whence he was sent home the other week, as had Funny Turn. The other day he began rootling around in the pile of paperwork he has accumulated, and then informed me that if I need the House Insurance information, it is in the pink folder labelled House Insurance Information. Is he planning to go off and find himself? Disappear in puff of Movicol? There are still countless boxes of same piled up in corner of room. He is still maintaining his lifelong relationship with TCP, and frequently comes into room reeking of same. Can hear faint whimpering from upstairs now. Shall not investigate. Can hear bed creaking. Is nearly 6 am now. May have little snooze.