Right now, it's Fletch versus Sleep. I scored two hours Tuesday night. I only had about five hours Wednesday night -- and that was work sleep, so it only counts for 2.5 hours. Granted I took a nap yesterday for a couple or three hours... but it that certainly wasn't enough to catch me up. So now, I'm sitting here at 4:30 in the morning refusing to sleep. Why? How retarded can one person be?
I look at my bed. It does not seem inviting. There are things I need to do. I have groceries to buy. I have cleaning to do. I have entries to write. Whao. Wait. Did I say that I have groceries to buy? Who thinks about groceries at 4:30 a.m.? Oh, that's right. A man with an empty fridge *and* pantry. But anyhow... the point is that although I've only had 10 hours sleep since Tuesday morning, I'm still not jumping into the depths of sleep as I should.
This is proof that I make everything in my life much harder than I should.
This is also proof that you can't write a good entry with your eyelids half-closed and your mind already gone for the night. Somebody wake me up later so I can delete this sucker.