How can everything go wrong on a day when I don’t even do anything? All I planned to do today was sit around and try to gather myself after a difficult week. I did plan to go to the post office, but I didn’t ever get around to it. I had faxes from various work-related sources, but I didn’t really look at them, much less respond to them. This should have been an easy day. I still don’t know how it all went wrong.

The answer, my friend, is probably blowing somewhere through the sleep issues I’ve been battling for so long. Last night was the worst yet. I fell asleep in the chair early and went to bed without even posting a journal entry (a rarity for me). Within half an hour I was back up. As soon as I lay down I was wide awake, and my legs were aching so much that I couldn’t lie there and try to get to sleep.

After sitting up for two more hours, I tried going to bed again. I let myself sleep very late this morning, to make up for not just last night but the whole week, I should have had a peaceful, easy day. Why it turned out otherwise is what I can’t figure out — for next time, don’t you know, so I don’t have to go through this again.

One good thing came out of it. (Only one, I’m pretty sure.) When I got so angry at NBC for showing the last hour of a four-hour college football game when a race was supposed to be starting, I found so much dirt under the chair I tipped over on purpose that I got out the vacuum and went over the rug. It was a good way to spend those agonizing moments that I thought I was missing the one thing I really wanted to watch. It turns out NASCAR delayed the start of the race so that NBC could finish its precious football game, but the harm (and the good) was done.