Fuck...

I'm tired and I can't sleep, so I'm blogging.

I have stuff to do and I'm playing that old game: Am I really tired, or is this depression/asthma/some virus?

Do I want coffee, or do I need coffee? Does this make me an addict? Am I overthinking things again?

Can I summon the mental fortitude to summarise my novel and fix the markdown formatting while I'm at it?

If I try to nap now, will I even be able to?

And why for the love of mercy, are just the soles of my feet feeling like they're scalding hot whilst the rest of me needs to be wrapped in a dozen layers?

I need to recharge, big time. And my schedule is shot to shit.