Currently functioning on 0 hours of sleep. That’s right, 0, for no good reason. This is highly erratic. I don’t have trouble sleeping. I love sleeping.
I was in bed by 9pm so I could make my 5:15am alarm, and tossed and turned, got a massive headache, checked e-mail and blogs, went back to bed, tossed and turned for hours and hours, got up again, couldn’t find any painkiller in the house except Midol, went back to bed, wishing my brain would just stop thinking…
Yes, brain, it’s going to be a busy week. Yes, Denver trip, going back to MA classes, diet and exercise, yes, you’re way behind on your books, no you haven’t written anything substantial in months, yes, all of your latest stories have bounced, Jenn will be back, you need to go to those Saturday writing meetings, and you have 0, count them, 0 stories currently in the mail, and no, you currently *can’t* afford to go to Glasgow in August, and you need to write a letter to that agent who’s got the 50 pages, cause it looks like you’re SOL on that threadbare hope, too, and oh, my damn head hurts…
I’m still feeling strangely wired, though I expect this to turn into total collapse by 3pm. I look like hell.
Oh, goodness, it’s gonna be one of those days.
