How can everything go wrong on a day when I donít 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 didnít ever get around to it. I had faxes from various work-related sources, but I didnít really look at them, much less respond to them. This should have been an easy day. I still donít know how it all went wrong.
The answer, my friend, is probably blowing somewhere through the sleep issues Iíve 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 couldnít 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 canít figure out — for next time, donít you know, so I donít have to go through this again.