Another night another funk...I don't know why but it seems I only end up writing lately if I'm in a funk and not sleeping like I should be..
I don't know why I'm not sleeping...I'm sure I could probably sleep if I went to bed...and I've wanted to go to bed for hours now...and yet I'm still in the living room, sitting on my ass, staring at this stupid computer and telling myself how I should be going to bed.
I really don't understand myself sometimes.  I don't understand why I have these battles with myself, there is no reason for them.  Absolutely none.
I had been on a good schedule for about a week and now I'm ruining it with no one to blame but myself.  And I hate when my sleep schedule gets out of whack so why the heck do I do this to myself on purpose...but not on purpose...but on purpose.  Heck, I don't even know if that makes any sense.