That's not good

If possible, I feel worse today than before. In spite of this, I have to somehow get myself from the hostel back into Edinburgh, from Edinburgh to Glasgow, from Glasgow train station to the airport, from there to London. In order to make my flight, I need to be on the 10.00 train to Glasgow, which means leaving the hostel by nine. I had originally planned to be on the eight o'clock bus, but there's just no way I'm going to make it.

Although I haven't slept well all night, maybe I should go back to bed until the last possible second.