Not as awesome is the feeling I tend to get along with bonus energy: extra antsiness! It's not quite the same as restlessness--more fidgeting, less frustration--but it feels similarly difficult to rectify. But, hey, at least I don't feel like a bump on a log!
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In other news, The Satanic Verses continues to be awesome, and I've decided to work on that old short story during the times I am not working on the mystery serial. Also, I miss all of my Portland bros like woah and think they should just move up to Seattle to be with me.
*used to be that 2:30 was nap/angry time, but it appropriately adjusted, without my asking, to account for the daylight savings switch a few weeks back. How considerate of my circadian rhythms to be so consistent!
**I know this cannot be attributed to a "good night's sleep" because I slept horribly last night. Nothing but nightmares. I had one that involved Portland being blitzed. I'm talking London circa 1940 x10000. It was terrifying. Not going to get into any more detail than that, but it should give a pretty solid idea about why I should, by all accounts, be pooped.