freaking tired

Yes, I got the minimum in.  Just barely.  I guess you could call it 500 words.  In any case, I’m becoming incoherent, so the time has come to get some sleep.  Man, if I could have a super power it would be the ability to go indefinitely without sleep, and still be perfectly functional!  I suppose my body is trying to tell me something, though.  They’ll probably come up with a study sometime that shows that sleep deprivation robs years off of your life.  Something like that.  But when I think of that, I think of all the bad things that I could be doing, like drugs, alcohol, smoking, etc, and I think “well, this is my pet vice.  And it’s not even all that bad.  Even though it is hurting me.” And then I start to wonder why it is that we all humans seem to have our pet vices, how it’s part of human nature to have at least one irrational stupid thing that we do that hurts us more than anything.  And I ponder that for a little while, until I’m distracted by something else.  But yeah, 500 words tonight.  And I’m probably going to put a story bible together in the not too distant future, so that I can have some good direction.  Occassionally I’ll throw out words and forget them a few pages later, so I need to remember.  We’ll see.  And now I’m getting to where typing is difficult.  So I’ll have to write later.  Except for yesterday, I’ve been doing 500 words per day.  Yay!  Will continue.  But after sleep.  Sleep…