I really don’t want to write today. I am super exhausted. I stayed up late looking up steampunk accessories for a costume. Yep, really worthwhile use of potential sleep time. I made it through the day. Go me!
So here I am, writing whatever comes into the mind of someone who is sleep-deprived and just had a slightly-too-large dinner. I used to not have too much issue if I only got four hours of sleep, but recently I’ve been spoiled by sleeping through the night. Just like that, my tolerance is gone. I’m probably more functional on average, but it does make days like this harder to deal with. (Especially since I don’t drink caffeine, as a rule.)
I guess if I ever did this for a living, I’d have to push through regardless. Deadlines are deadlines in any line of work. Even if you like what you do, there are days when you’re just going to be tired, distracted, or just plain uninspired.
That’s why I’m making myself write anyway. I haven’t missed a day in over a month and I don’t plan on starting now. Hopefully I’ll have some more original ideas in the future. For now, I find it mildly remarkable that my sentences are grammatically correct. (At least I think so. I might be surprised come tomorrow morning.)