And still appear to be unsleepy. I wonder if this will hold out through my massage therapy appointment and my climbing date tonight.
Perhaps I should try to catch a nap in here somewhere.
Tonight, I'm going to try to revise "Twilight."
This just proves to me that I'm right: sleep is an evil plot to rob me of six to eight useful hours of the day. Boo. Think of all the playtime I'm missing because I'm unconscious. If only I could work from say, ten pm to four am every night, and have the rest of the day to do stuff....