Sleep
I got some sleep last night. A bunch of it, in fact. It was the first time in a while that that happened. I've been going to bed some time between 3 and 4am and waking up sometime between 8 and 9am for weeks. It's the unemployment. Not having any structure is a bad thing.
I mean, it's not that I'm bored or anything. I've been keeping super busy all the time. But, most of that business involves sitting in front of the computer for 18 hours a day. It's not all that healthy. Plus, when I finally do get to bed, I'm still thinking about whatever I was working on moments before, and when I wake up, I jump right back into it. I can't even lay there for hours falling in and out of consciousness in the mornings like I used to. The second I'm awake, I'm awake for good.
Anyway, last night was different. We went to F1 Boston yesterday and did some racing and then went for a big dinner at the Sunset Grill. Afterwards, I was beat. I guess the weeks of sleeplessness had caught up to me. Plus, I'm sure the couple of beers I had didn't hurt, either. But it was a nice change.
I even dreamt. I dreamt so much! Tons of dreams! One of them was a little scary, about someone stealing something from me and me coming after them and them pulling a gun on me and there being a struggle and me shooting them. Then all of their relatives were after me so there was lots of running. It ended a little less scary than that, but it was a tense story. Then there was a fun one where I was totally lucid, driving a big SUV around in a huge sandbox (like if I were a little action figure in a little Matchbox truck in a regular-sized sandbox, or something). There were more, but I've since forgotten them.
I think maybe I'm going to make it a goal of mine to sleep every night. Perhaps for a bunch of hours all at once. I think it would be a good way to start out each day.