So, while it has come to my attention that in part I desire a more normal sleep schedule, I don’t need one. This is troublesome in a way, but it’s also kind of liberating. But tonight, right now, I know I could sleep. And I’m not. There’s too much to do, too much to think about. It’s strange to think it, but when it comes to sleep – as my psychologist said – I just don’t want to. And there’s not really a cure for that. Hence I am writing at 4am.
I will probably sleep away the afternoon tomorrow, even though I want to go food shopping – we’ll see. As usual I’m up all night shopping online, though not buying anything. It consumes me sometimes – the browsing. I have done more writing than usual, though, and been mostly productive these past few weeks. In the meantime I’ve been waiting for my week off from classes (thank you, AWP, which I’m not attending), Valentine’s Day, a certain someone, a Ben Folds concert and some nice spring puddles. I might be getting a little ahead of myself on that last one.
I found something of mine online tonight, old and forgotten, and I felt nostalgic for a moment – I’ve changed a lot since the time when it mattered. I’m still just as dreamy as ever, though.
Maybe that’s why I won’t go to bed.
That’s such a cutie girl on the pic.
I know, she’s adorable. Love her photostream.