Milk is not good for you

Feeling pretty ropey, but knew I had to do 7 miles today, so I drank a pint of milk and went to bed early. For a laugh, Scott then put the washing machine on at about 11 pm, and then started watching City of God as loud as humanly possible. So after sleeping the sleep of the dead for an hour, I woke up at half-midnight to the sound of human screams and a washing machine on the final spin cycle.
Lay there grumping for half an hour, then dragged myself downstairs and turned the washing machine off. Then back to bed, to lie awake for another hour and a half. Woke up today, felt like death, didn't run in. I'll pay for this lassitude later...