Yes. Every day for the past nine months, actually. Looking at pictures of me a year ago is rather depressing. Because I looked, you know, not zombie-like last year.
Sleep has been a rare commodity for the last four years, normally because something like this happens every single night:
The following scene tends to happen multiple times during the day:
And then people feel like they need to walk on eggshells whenever they’re around me. Really, they don’t. I’m doing better than others…
Honestly, just about anything that’s the matter in my life on any given day could be fixed by someone coming along and saying,
Well, actually, sleep. Sleep would do the trick even better. But when people tell me I should just go to bed early, I tell them that the following will happen:
…so why even bother?
Today, I’m not going to even try being coherent. It won’t work. I would be embarrassed to tell you how many times I’ve had to backspace writing this one meager little post. Today I just went to my board of funny stuff on Pinterest, found the things that seemed to apply to today (and every other day this week) and strung them into a story.
…and hopefully you did, too.