Sleep is for Schmucks. Lucky Schmucks.
Sooo, I didn't sleep on Sunday night, I also didn't sleep on Tuesday night, and now I haven't slept again Thursday night.
I tried to "fix it" yesterday: I slept from 08:00 on 8/31 to 11:30 on 9/1 with a one hour break to load up on sleeping pills. It clearly didn't work.
On the plus side, I've gotten more writing done than I have in the rest of this year. I am intrigued by this: my sleep is hosed, my mood has gone flying off the deep end, my hormones are dancing around saying "nya nya nya," and now my creative goes voooooooooom.
Seriously? I get to chose between my top two dreams: being a good mother (which does mean being rather kinda stable), and being a writer. When I'm stable, I stop writing. When I'm not ...
*long suffering sigh*
I tried to "fix it" yesterday: I slept from 08:00 on 8/31 to 11:30 on 9/1 with a one hour break to load up on sleeping pills. It clearly didn't work.
On the plus side, I've gotten more writing done than I have in the rest of this year. I am intrigued by this: my sleep is hosed, my mood has gone flying off the deep end, my hormones are dancing around saying "nya nya nya," and now my creative goes voooooooooom.
Seriously? I get to chose between my top two dreams: being a good mother (which does mean being rather kinda stable), and being a writer. When I'm stable, I stop writing. When I'm not ...
*long suffering sigh*