Man, I had a bad night’s sleep last night. It felt like I got about two hours, but I am assured by someone not a thousand miles away from the other side of the bed that I was snoring like a bear for many hours.
I think not.
I feel so fucking shattered today, and I have strong memories of swatting mosquitos and chasing dogs off the bed at 2AM.
Very hard to focus on the writing today.
Makes me wonder when I became such a wuss.
I used to do all my best work at 2AM with a head full of cheap whisky and a tummy full of hot chips.