Truly, I hate not being able to sleep. And I have a kind of dull headache, which doesn't seem to have any clear location or origin. I'm blaming the dust from cleaning up today. Normally, my solution for insomnia is to play with Photoshop until I zen out a bit and can sleep, but today, it seems that the visual muse just isn't answering the phone. The written word muse is not being much more co-operative. I wrote a few half-hearted plot notes, but they're really not good for much. I'm tired. Just not sleepy. I can't muster much interest in anything - and that, for me, is really unusual. And the image keeps coming to mind of running coins through my fingers, cold metal, and possibly even lying down and sleeping on them. Evidently, I've been dealing too much with dragons in the games.
I can't wait for the time off over Christmas, when I can let my mind loose into my own interests for two weeks at a stretch, and not have to confine it to work.
I can't wait for the time off over Christmas, when I can let my mind loose into my own interests for two weeks at a stretch, and not have to confine it to work.
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