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Sep. 21st, 2015 11:12 amWelp. I tried to get to bed at midnight last night. Ended up finally falling asleep around 1. Woke up around 4, 4.30 for no apparent reason. Finally woke up at 6.30 and went fuckit I'm not getting any more sleep today am I. Which, given that I got neither my 7 am exercise nor my 8 am Japanese done, was fucking useless and I should have slept in. I did, however, get chamomile and valerian teas, so it's possible I may sleep tonight without the aid of the drugs that knock me the fuck out, on the plus side, and make me have weird fucked up dreams, on the minus side. After last week I don't want to know what my subconscious will come up with.
I keep trying to get work done and then I hit this wall of staring blankly at the screen. And then I keep reminding myself that in addition to everything else that's been going on the past couple weeks (and it's only been two weeks about exactly, too, holy hell) I got maybe four, five hours of sleep last night, it's only natural that my brain should hit a wall. Not that any of this is making me any happier about it.
Today's feral count was Little Bit, Barton, and I think that was Cassius walking up as I headed back to do morning things. The boy's attempting to get us rooms at the Marriott for next year. I have a short list of things I want to get done, at the very least edits if nothing else, and then I can go home and nap a couple hours and write. I have no idea if any of that is going to get done. I have no idea if I can do anything beyond sitting here and staring at nothing. I better get some sleep tonight, is all I got to say to that.
I keep trying to get work done and then I hit this wall of staring blankly at the screen. And then I keep reminding myself that in addition to everything else that's been going on the past couple weeks (and it's only been two weeks about exactly, too, holy hell) I got maybe four, five hours of sleep last night, it's only natural that my brain should hit a wall. Not that any of this is making me any happier about it.
Today's feral count was Little Bit, Barton, and I think that was Cassius walking up as I headed back to do morning things. The boy's attempting to get us rooms at the Marriott for next year. I have a short list of things I want to get done, at the very least edits if nothing else, and then I can go home and nap a couple hours and write. I have no idea if any of that is going to get done. I have no idea if I can do anything beyond sitting here and staring at nothing. I better get some sleep tonight, is all I got to say to that.