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Dec. 13th, 2016 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI did try the melatonin. I got to sleep shortly after midnight! Then I woke up at 4 and at 5 in the morning and the BBC alert on my phone was about Aleppo and I got very angry. Not that there's anything I can do about it either well rested or half awake in the middle of the night but being angry did mean I couldn't get back to fucking sleep.
Some days I want to just march up and down around Washington with one of those "STOP FUCKING KILLING PEOPLE YOU DAFT BASTARDS" signs. And then whack people in the head with it. Certain people. You know who I'm talking about.
UGH. Ugh ugh. Or as Jerry Espensen would say, Yuck yuck yuck.
I did manage to get some writing and most of my routines done last night at least. I still have no idea where the whole pixie-not-pixie story is going, he's like the thing that won't shut up. And I've completely lost track of what the plot's supposed to be or how long or I have no idea. I'm just writing at this point. I'll figure out what it all means later. I have another story that's in kind of a similar boat except I know roughly what's going on, I just haven't done nearly enough research so I don't feel like I know what's going on.
I guess the plus side is that I am still working. Still keeping going. Still practicing my languages! I got that routine in last night before I made myself take drugs and fall over. Did get everything except exercise in yesterday and again this morning, which, fine, I'll exercise when I get home. If I could sleep through the night again it'd be easier to do that in the morning but I guess we'll see what a steady diet of melatonin does.
And for the rest... I don't know. Apart from calling and writing and I don't know what else I can do. (I don't even know that calling my Senator will help despite the fact that he's the chair of the Intelligence Committee, he's also increasingly over the years become kind of a closed-minded self-important self-focused asshole.) I don't know. Talk about Aleppo, I think? Bear witness. Keep writing fiction and posting it up there for people to see. Other than that... hell if I know.
Some days I want to just march up and down around Washington with one of those "STOP FUCKING KILLING PEOPLE YOU DAFT BASTARDS" signs. And then whack people in the head with it. Certain people. You know who I'm talking about.
UGH. Ugh ugh. Or as Jerry Espensen would say, Yuck yuck yuck.
I did manage to get some writing and most of my routines done last night at least. I still have no idea where the whole pixie-not-pixie story is going, he's like the thing that won't shut up. And I've completely lost track of what the plot's supposed to be or how long or I have no idea. I'm just writing at this point. I'll figure out what it all means later. I have another story that's in kind of a similar boat except I know roughly what's going on, I just haven't done nearly enough research so I don't feel like I know what's going on.
I guess the plus side is that I am still working. Still keeping going. Still practicing my languages! I got that routine in last night before I made myself take drugs and fall over. Did get everything except exercise in yesterday and again this morning, which, fine, I'll exercise when I get home. If I could sleep through the night again it'd be easier to do that in the morning but I guess we'll see what a steady diet of melatonin does.
And for the rest... I don't know. Apart from calling and writing and I don't know what else I can do. (I don't even know that calling my Senator will help despite the fact that he's the chair of the Intelligence Committee, he's also increasingly over the years become kind of a closed-minded self-important self-focused asshole.) I don't know. Talk about Aleppo, I think? Bear witness. Keep writing fiction and posting it up there for people to see. Other than that... hell if I know.