I have relinquished all hope of sleeping through the night without interruption by this morning. I hadn't had high hopes when I went to bed yesterday night, so I couldn't care less about waking up twice in the middle of the night. However, the notion of not being able to spend the nights with uninterrupted periods of sleep starts to vex me a tiny bit. Not to mention the adverse effects it imposes on me, so it's high time I did something about it. Anyway, I completed my homework, which consisted of two tasks: 1. watching a sketch by Catherine Tate and writing a short summary about it, and 2. word transformation. I was elated when I finished the summary task because it felt natural for the first time in a long time. I'd explained to Charlette the other day that all my previous lessons and the little dalliance with ChatGPT resulted in a sort of cacophony in my wee mind, meaning my English seemed like falling apart. Well, not falling apart, but expanding to an extent where