I’m bad at this sort of thing, and I don’t honestly know why. I had a great handle on things, oh, about two months ago, I don’t know why I’m having such trouble now. I’ve been tired and cranky lately, and a big part of that comes from a lack of sleep — not just a lack of sleep, but a lack of good, restful sleep. *sigh* It seems like such a silly thing, though, to impose some type of deadline, but there you go.

Not sleeping is like not eating or not breathing. Sleep has to happen, like it or not. It isn’t even that I don’t want to sleep, I know that when everything is in its proper place, I have wonderful, vivid dreams and I love them. I miss them, and I want them back. I want to be immersed in my dreams again, and I know for that, I need to sleep regularly. Still, I can’t help but feel like I’m being punished for something.

It’s probably a holdover from my childhood, I’m sure Freud would have something to say. But then he usually has something to say to everyone — something about their mother. *pauses, braces for backlash* Anyway, it isn’t like I even have trouble sleeping when it comes time, I just have so many other things I want to do, sleep just feels like it gets in the way. I need to get used to the idea that there will still be tomorrow.