One of those days.
I don't sleep enough.
I normally get about 4 hours a night.
On weekends I sleep for the normal four hours, get up as usual and feed the cats, and then go back to bed for another four hours.
Yeah, I know. But I have reasons that I haven't figured a way around yet.
The gist of all this is that eventually I run down. I get kinda depressed (not clinical, I don't think, just down in the dumps). My usual pessimism* devolves into actual pessimism.
That has arrived. And what do I do to deal with it? I sign into the secret livejournal account that I've been paying for and type stuff that no one that knows me IRL will ever read.
I normally get about 4 hours a night.
On weekends I sleep for the normal four hours, get up as usual and feed the cats, and then go back to bed for another four hours.
Yeah, I know. But I have reasons that I haven't figured a way around yet.
The gist of all this is that eventually I run down. I get kinda depressed (not clinical, I don't think, just down in the dumps). My usual pessimism* devolves into actual pessimism.
That has arrived. And what do I do to deal with it? I sign into the secret livejournal account that I've been paying for and type stuff that no one that knows me IRL will ever read.