The Benefits of Being Busy
In full crazy mode right now. So why am I taking the time to post, you ask? Because I have made a discovery. Crazy busy helps me sleep. I think it has something to do with taking my mind off of the shit that was keeping me up, making me wake up, causing me to thrash and kick the covers and curse the heavens.
(Yeah,
rchj, the wine helps me sleep, too. But it's those other effects that get me into trouble. Well, okay, it wasn't wine, it was bourbon. Swearing off the devil liquid, I think.)
Of course, the busy schedule will only last so long. But I've also joined a gym, and that should help as well. If nothing else, it will keep me out of the house.
I've rambled about this too damn much. Okay, moratorium on discussion of my sleeping habits. No more whining.
(Yeah,
rchj, the wine helps me sleep, too. But it's those other effects that get me into trouble. Well, okay, it wasn't wine, it was bourbon. Swearing off the devil liquid, I think.)
Of course, the busy schedule will only last so long. But I've also joined a gym, and that should help as well. If nothing else, it will keep me out of the house.
I've rambled about this too damn much. Okay, moratorium on discussion of my sleeping habits. No more whining.