Tossed and turned till 3:30 this morning, without ever actually falling asleep. And you know the panic, the sheer terror: “If I fall asleep now, I can get five hours of sleep” . . . “If I fall asleep now, I can get four hours of sleep” . . . “I’m never going to fall asleep, and tomorrow is going to suck.”
And while today does not totally suck, it hurts. Hurts to think, hurts to move. Kinda.
There is that weird sleep-deprivation buzz, where I can sorta feel every cell in my body, screaming at me, demanding a return to the comforts of my bed.
Must resist the temptation to fall asleep at my desk.