I have just spilled a cup of coffee all over my bed. This is perhaps some kind poetic explanation for how I’ve been sleeping lately. After working almost constantly for a month, this week has been a ragged attempt at a convalescence period. I can’t seem to keep my eyes open beyond 10:30pm and then suddenly at 1:30am I am wide-eyed lying awake in bed.

I promise to stop talking about sleep and dreaming and other non-participatory activities. It just feels like sometimes the more you that you try to strike something off of your list of things to do (rest) the more it requires your full attention.

Still, the week wasn’t all bad.

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