Two Items, Hold the Sleep

Weekends. Weekends, weekends, weekends. Usually I think of these as meant for writing; for dates; for getting all the little chores done that I was too knackered after work to even consider doing during the week (hello, frying pan; how are you, socks?). But sometimes, weekends need to be a little atavistic. Sometimes you need to go see friends you see once or twice a month, and stay up until all hours playing video games and eating cheap food from Safeway, like your body is still twenty years old and can handle this kind of behavior. At least I've learned to enjoy vegetables.

Unfortunately, this also means I am terrified for my writing productivity today, as lack of sleep is one of the primary vectors for the dreaded writer's block (at least for me; it's entirely possible some of you will disagree with me). So I've had coffee, and am dealing with those aforementioned chores, and may take an early afternoon nap; and hopefully that plus my usual efforts toward watching quality movies and telling myself I don't have to write will result in a little brilliance pouring onto my plate.

As per the sleep-to-brilliance ratio, I am not at my most scintillating today; but sometimes musing about sleep deprivation and the appropriate utility for weekends is necessary, and sometimes I believe people want to hear these ruminations, in stark contrast to my earlier draconian policies about what I'd post here in the Notes. So I'll conclude here by saying that after years of me trying to explain what I want and dream of for myself, Nathan Bransford's found a guest writer to put it down in writing. Every time I look at that post again, a little part of me sniffles.

And now, laundry and Falling Down. Joy of joys.