I'm getting better at sleep.
Some nights, it just creeps up on you; but tonight, it's warm, and inviting. How strange.
Perhaps it helps I've temporarily embraced a more nocturnal lifestyle; thankfully adaptive to work, and allowing for lots of introspection and mindfulness. Not to mention, a touch-base with Religion. I'm glad to have this time to myself.
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| Vienna and Dev sketch, "Cry, Cry 11" |
Gotta work on the whole "being productive" part, though. There's a few tasks on my list - but I'd rather lay in bed. I deserve it - today was taxing, physically; though pretty calm otherwise. Good balance, you ask me.
Been feeling feelings, thinking thinkings, and all that songbook jazz. The usual; and, as per the recipe, I've decided I ought to feel justified. Truth is truth; and the past, is the past. Yep - nothing shocking. But hey - it's nice to get it down on paper. Or... y'know.
So, what does the future hold? None of my concern. We'll get there when we get there; its water under the bridge. Until then, I've got bigger things to worry about; no existential bus trip scares me - and neither does a terribly specific non-sequitur of a statement.
I ought to sleep... Randy Savage needs cuddles.
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