I had a book come out yesterday, which is no longer the all-consuming event that it used to be, but still results in the next day suffering from a huge case of the blahs. I do not want to do anything. I want to sprawl in my bed and pet the cats and not actually do anything that requires thought ( Read more... )

The time change is killing me this year. I can't go to sleep, no matter what I do (no caffeine after four, caffeine right before bed, no alcohol, alcohol, no over-stimulation, lots of over-stimulation). I've even tried running laps around the house, which usually scares the cats but knocks me right out. Nothing works. I get in the bed at nine- ( Read more... )

Cheese and crackers, I'm tired.

It's not just the part where I've been running hard for the last six months, although that's a part of it. It's that my diet has been terrible, because half the time I can't find anything to eat that isn't terrible (you try finding an edible salad in an airport, go ahead, I dare you). It's that all this running ( Read more... )

Sleep was nice, wasn't it? Sleep was my good and snuggly friend, and wanted to love me forever. Oh, sleep, why did I tell you to go? I'm sorry, sleep, I'm so sorry ( Read more... )

It turns out that there's a level of sleep deprivation at which you become so tired that you just can't sleep anymore. I'd say that this was super-awesome except for the part where excuse me, no. I miss sleeping. I miss Sundays where "morning" consisted of the five minutes between waking up and noon. These days, I'm lucky if the first digit on ( Read more... )

Having just done a skip-back 250 -- 250, people? Really? Are you entirely sure that number is accurate? And PS, if you've ever wondered why I friend people to this journal at such a glacial rate, that is a large part of why -- I have thrown up my hands and declared that nothing short of a zombie apocalypse is going to keep me clicking. Also, a ( Read more... )

I am home from day three of Wondercon.

I am so tired I could get a job in the Dream Kingdom.

I sleep now.

My day thus far has been one of those static screen-saver days that I seem to need every so often; the ones that are for recharging and recovery and restoration, and are worth their weight in gold, but aren't necessarily the most pleasant things in the world to weather. They are, after all, defined by their stasis; they are an absence of ( Read more... )

1. Woke from a dream of testing to enroll in a large academy that was willing to take one member per generation of a select list of families, period. They were probably going to reject me, and if they did, I would be put to death. But no pressure ( Read more... )

I don't like waking up ( Read more... )