Kage Baker will forgive me the occasional placemarker. The other side of her inhuman determination was an occasional fit of whimsical self-justification for doing nothing.
I’ve been asleep for something like 18 of the last 24 hours, and am only now approaching actual wakefulness. I’ll probably be awake for three days, next. My already eccentric sleeping patterns have gone completely bat-shit crazy. Actually, a bat’s sleep patterns would be more convenient than mine right now.
I am toying with the idea that I originated on some planet with a longer day than here, and am now reverting to type. Or pupating into some incomprehensible adult form. One with really annoying sleep cycles, though I am also hoping for wings or a tail …
If I cannot sleep tonight, I’ll get up and write, Dear Readers. If I can sleep (or, more likely, cannot prevent myself from sleeping) I will hope the narcolepsy restores me to something like a normal circadian rhythm. It doesn’t have to be an specific amount of time – just one sleep period and one wake period happening in the same 24-hour cycle. Something old-fashioned, vaguely classical, you know?
In the meantime, I haven’t officially missed an entry today, so I get minimal brownie points, at least.