[I wrote this entry on Thursday, but didn't have access to it until today, because I was out sick on Friday. Must not forget to bring Palm home again!]

Words written: ~750

Carpooling rocks.

I have a big virtual stickie on my laptop screen that says, among other things “Get out of your own way.” Today I learned that exhaustion can really help with that. I just typed. I didn’t think about whether it worked. I didn’t worry that it wasn’t right. I wasn’t even concerned by the fact that I really didn’t know what was supposed to happen or how I was going to pull off the things I did know needed to happen. Strangely, the fact that there was glare on the screen helped, because I couldn’t even look closely at what I was writing. I suspect, when I go back, that it won’t be half bad, not bad at all.

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I still need to figure out why I’m not sleeping well. I don’t have the sense that I’m sleeping through the night. I know that I’m sleeping at some point, but I feel like I barely fall asleep, that it takes forever, and that there are still images firing behind my eyelids. I also wake up easily throughout the night. Blah.

I have realized, though, that I’ve been beating myself up about not being able to get by on 5 or 6 hours of sleep. I realized that I was feeling like I was doing something wrong, that it was my fault, that if I just got up earlier that I’d be fine. Not healthy, these thoughts, nor are they proactive. Everybody’s physiology is different, and if my body requires 8-9 hours of sleep, then it does, and it’s not my fault and I’m not doing anything wrong.