It is 6:30. In the morning. On Saturday morning.
I went to bed around 2 in the morning and I woke up about an hour ago.
I'm blasted. Simply blasted. But I also can't sleep because there's a hamster going around in a wheel in my brain and he won't stop. What started out as a fairly decent evening in became, by around midnight, a sour nightmare because when I get fixed on a topic I just can't let it go until its resolved. And there's nothing about what needs resolving that I can even consider doing anything about for simply hours more.
And the truth is if I'm bright I shouldn't do anything at all. I should wait for the answers to get to me.
It got bleak enough just before 6 that I was staring at my ceiling and considering chucking everything and finding a whole new life, because in that moment it felt that everyone I had ever met, known, or cared about had completely turned out to be a waste of time and energy. And then I dialed that one back a bit. There are a few survivors now.
In the meanwhile, I'm going to try and go back to sleep momentarily.
I hate when this happens.