I feel young again.
I hope I can find a way to channel this rekindled ambition into something productive, something long term. I have an urge and need to create, to learn, to develop skills and talents, and eventually to build something bigger than myself (that shouldn’t be too hard). I hope I can manage the inevitable frustration and look past the inevitable failures to something better.
For some reason, I always end up falling into a (roughly) 7AM-3PM sleeping pattern. Then I stay up all day to try to correct it, sleep normally for a bit, and eventually fall into the pattern.
This has become a constant cycle for me.
I tried correcting it again yesterday, by staying up for 30 hours. I ended up sleeping for three hours earlier tonight, and here I am again; wide awake at four in the fucking morning.
It would be nice to sleep like a ‘normal person’ for once. I was doing pretty well after I got home from Pittsburgh in July; I slept at night for almost two weeks!
Maybe sleeping at night is unnatural for me.
An elderly gentleman in line at Auntie Anne’s
(this may explain my current [and longtime] predicament)
I think this picture adequately encapsulates my summer.
I miss the Convergence. I miss Pittsburgh.