Reality check, table six

I give up.

Seriously. I can’t catch a break.

It has been months since I had a decent night’s sleep. Literally. Months. I hadn’t thought it was that bad, but then I realized that I’ve lowered my standard for a “decent” night’s sleep so far below any known bar that I was fooling myself on mornings when I thought I felt refreshed.

Last night was the last straw. I have to figure out what’s causing this (not counting Rory–I can’t blame the cat for all of it) and how to get it to stop. I just can’t tolerate the level of exhaustion that has built with all of this insomnia. I can’t focus on the things I need to do.

I can’t even concentrate on this post.

My latest drawing effort is shit. I have a nicely-drawn head that’s too big for the okayish body. I should be better than this.

Writing is just plain out. All I do is stare at the screen, which accomplishes nothing.

Guess I’m taking a nap right now.