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By the way: it's 3:47 am and I can feel my circadian rhythms doing the soft-shoe on my sleeping schedule. Every night awake a little later... every day cutting it a little closer... my sleep schedule returning to its natural inclination.

What I'd like to get straight is why I'm afraid to go to bed until I'm at that drooping-eyelids nodding-head stage, and even then, why I have to read or crossword or watch tv or something until the last possible second. I am afraid of what my brain will do when it's not being distracted. I wonder why I'm so afraid of my brain. Min hj?rne ?r min fiende.

Wait, let's not blame the entire northern region of my Central Nervous System for bullying me. It's not my brain: it's my mind. My conscious mind. Min hjärne är min kamrat. Let's keep the blame where it belongs: why are my thoughts out to get me?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:52 AM | shower me with attention