I do not love the sleeplessness and the aches and the weariness of the bones

[wyldemusick]

My sleep issues have now finally reached the point where my sleep cycle has been flipped over on its head completely, and I'm back to the sort of hours I was keeping years ago, when breakfast was at 6pm. These days I feel constitutionally unsuited to this kind of pattern, but the choices in combating it are fairly limited -- I can use some of my dwindling supply of Ambien to brute-force my way back to the 2am-9am sleep schedule, or I can let it lies until it reverts of its own accord. Either choice has its downside.

I may just live with it and try to use it to advantage. I lived vampire hours for a long time, after all, and was cheerfully creative. Well, creative anyway. I'm not sure I've ever really been cheerful.