Boy, am I wired. Tonight might be one of those nights. One of those nights when it’s wiser to stay up than to go to sleep. One of those nights when I’m better off slogging through tomorrow rather than fighting myself to wake-up today. The difference in noun tense is the difference in reality. Here comes the dreaded all-nighter.
It’s only 3:30, but if I go to sleep now, gauging my wiredness, I won’t fall asleep until 4:30. Then, I’ll have to wake up at 6:30. If you’re one of the many who has questioned my sleeping habits, you know how unlikely that likelyhood is. If you’re one of the few who know my pharmaceutical regimen, you know that if I nod off, I’ll be useless for 12 hours. I already have a pot of coffee ready to go at the flick of a switch.
But my brain and body feel good. All but for the 5-mile jog yesterday, which is still yielding unspeakable emissions from my lungs and a wobbliness in the still gimpy knee. I feel better doing it tonight than I have in six months. I did a lot of unpostable thinking tonight, which translated to a bit of unpostable writing. Which may, in turn, translate to a pivotal next week. Ugh.
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was in pain at the Plaza then slept for three hours before undergoing nearly 5 hours of general anesthesia
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