Rain fallin' on a tin roof.
It sounds similar, at least, falling on the roof of the office.
Dear God, I need more sleep.
I am going to bed early tonight.
And that is that. Damn it.
I haven't worked on anything in the past few days -- I've just vegged and half passed out on the futon after I've gotten home and made dinner and/or straightened the kitchen.
Ugh.
I am bleary eyed and cotton brained. There's nothing for it, save more sleep.
I feel like I'm in a kind of limbo...I think it's the combination of sleep deprivation and the DHS project. The latter I can't do anything about.
I am currently scrunched low in my desk chair, feet up on my foot-stool (re: box pilfered from the warehouse) and I could so very easily go to sleep.
I did do a little bit of light research for the Blayse/Miriam piece. I'm trying to reign my drive to research something to death in because it's supposed to be a short -- I don't need to get into more details than are necessary to tell this one specific even that takes place in their lives.
God. OK. Wake up, self.
Dear God, I need more sleep.
I am going to bed early tonight.
And that is that. Damn it.
I haven't worked on anything in the past few days -- I've just vegged and half passed out on the futon after I've gotten home and made dinner and/or straightened the kitchen.
Ugh.
I am bleary eyed and cotton brained. There's nothing for it, save more sleep.
I feel like I'm in a kind of limbo...I think it's the combination of sleep deprivation and the DHS project. The latter I can't do anything about.
I am currently scrunched low in my desk chair, feet up on my foot-stool (re: box pilfered from the warehouse) and I could so very easily go to sleep.
I did do a little bit of light research for the Blayse/Miriam piece. I'm trying to reign my drive to research something to death in because it's supposed to be a short -- I don't need to get into more details than are necessary to tell this one specific even that takes place in their lives.
God. OK. Wake up, self.