Writing. Right.

Oh yeah, this whole writing everyday thing... well one day into it and I missed a day. Whoops.

It's a-right though, I'm fine with that; are you?

But here I am today, to say: I am going to sleep.

I am tired. Very tired. And as much as I thought I had already learned the value of a good night's sleep, someone out there must think I have more to learn, as I have had a week full of fitful sleeps (or non-sleeps). I've had hard times falling asleep; hard times waking up in the morning. I've been waking up at all random hours of the night, and not waking up when I'm supposed to.

And it truly wreaks havoc on me. I'm balking at the thought of exercise, and just about drowned myself in tears a few minutes ago; my emotions are all strung out, and all I want to do is eat. Huh, that gives me a thought - my torpidness and the fit of crying I just had may actually be due to elevated sugar levels in my body in combination with sleep-deprivation. I also just realized that the description of myself that I'm giving also describes a four year old (except for that torpidness part.) Great. I am currently functioning as a four year old - without naptime.

Ah, but that fit of crying also may have had a lot to do with trying to fit a large wooden table through a tight doorway all by myself. Note to self - don't ever try that again: you'll regret it, as will the door.

I have to be thankful, though. At least I have a place to sleep, and a heater that keeps me warm (even if it does make sounds that would wake the dead). I hope those who don't have such things have found shelter for tonight; it's bitterly cold.

Well, tonight's a new night, and I may just end up having a good sleep, loud clanky heaters and all. A good night to all, and to all a good night.