Anyway I took a nap when I got home (for obvious reasons) and it was one of those deeeeeeeeep Rip Van Wrinkle naps where you wake up utterly bewildered by life, time, and space. It turned out I’d sleep hard for nearly four hours so now body assumes that I must need to start my day because I’ve spent the last couple of weeks running on about 4-5 hours of sleep a night (if that, hah) but it’s only 9pm.
I’m wired and awake, yet I should probably go back to bed, which means this will only end badly because someone should take the internet away from me since I know I’m gonna just be shit-talking all night.
The Obsessive Dilettante 