Can’t sleep. Which makes me angry. Which makes me more awake. My dog seems to be sleeping just fine. She also coincidentally slept all day. That bitch.
I tried to go to bed at 2AM (quite early for me) only to wake up at 4:30 with the brightest eye/bushy tail combo in recent memory.
This does not bode well for my integration into society. Finally, now at 6:30 AM, I feel like crash time is imminent.
I’ll pass out, and then all of a sudden I’ll glance at the clock reading 2:30 PM and realize my day will have 4 hours of sunlight. And five voicemails from non-vampire people trying to tell me things.
Stupid non-vampires. Tell them to go away.
My mind is a fascinating creature.
Lately, it generally starts its talk track with, “Shit I gotta do stuff”.
Behold! A random assortment of todos appears:
I then take mental assessment of all the stuff I haven’t done (most of it postponed for days/weeks) and I begin to judge myself with a little something that goes like this:
Why does it seem like I’m constantly behind on life in general?
After a few minutes of self-judgment, my brain backs off. Why? The escape mechanism has been sighted: ZOMBIE GAMES.