DSzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I'm tired. I forgot how to sleep last night. I was lying down and I had my eyes shut and I wasn't too hot or too cold and I didn't need a wee, but still I couldn't sleep. I'm not prone to insomnia but every time it happens I worry that I've lost the knack entirely and that would sadden me because I like to think that what I'm best at is sleeping. I blunder incompetently through my waking hours, making all the wrong decisions and forgetting how to use daylight and wakefulness, but then nighttime comes and I get to show off my real talent. Hopefully it'll be fine tonight, but it's particularly vexing at present because I'm trying to store up sleep in preparation for this weekend's unfortunate coincidence of British Summer Time and the Australian Grand Prix. Sunday morning's going to be tiring.

I started to write a post about all the telly I've been watching of late and it mostly turned into a massive rant about how boring DS9 is. ( Curtailed version of said rant within. )

DSzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I'm tired. I forgot how to sleep last night. I was lying down and I had my eyes shut and I wasn't too hot or too cold and I didn't need a wee, but still I couldn't sleep. I'm not prone to insomnia but every time it happens I worry that I've lost the knack entirely and that would sadden me because I like to think that what I'm best at is sleeping. I blunder incompetently through my waking hours, making all the wrong decisions and forgetting how to use daylight and wakefulness, but then nighttime comes and I get to show off my real talent. Hopefully it'll be fine tonight, but it's particularly vexing at present because I'm trying to store up sleep in preparation for this weekend's unfortunate coincidence of British Summer Time and the Australian Grand Prix. Sunday morning's going to be tiring.

I started to write a post about all the telly I've been watching of late and it mostly turned into a massive rant about how boring DS9 is. ( Curtailed version of said rant within. )