Where Is Sleep?

I'm still ill. I know you want to know. Joanna and I are both ailing, and Madeline seems to be pretty stuffed up, too, which is no fun when you're three months old.

And I'm tired and depressed and I just want to go to bed. I know you want to know that, too.

But I've managed to post in here every day for the last 34 days, and darned if I'm going to let that stop. For whatever reason, putting up something--no matter how mind-numbing or repetitive--seems important. I suppose, if nothing else, it's a kind of testament to dedication. Of course, my school work is way behind, my other dreams are dim and distant, and I'm neglecting my family, but by golly, you're going to get to read about my minor disappointments and ailments. Yes, you're welcome.

I'm just in a poor mood. I wanted to do some audio work tonight, but this sickness is giving me a scratchy throat and stuffed-up nose. Not ideal for getting good sound. I'm only having to do this because the last batch of work I did was not up to snuff, so that doesn't add to my excitement.

I'm just tired. I'll stop complaining. You didn't sign on for this, did you? No, you did not.

I'm going to make a concerted effort to get these things written earlier in the day. We'll see if it pans out. Right now I just need to see the inside of my eyelids for a few days. Ta.