Insomnia

There is no better time to update a blog than when you need an excuse to procrastinate.

 

Yes, I should be sleeping. It happens that my days and nights are upended, and I can't. This has something to do with the fact that the hours between eleven pm and four am are silent hours.

 

Yes, I should be writing. Unfortunately, my capacity for NaNo-ing is limited at two in the morning. I can manage pseudo-ninja scribbling on sleep, but not when I'm so exhausted that my brain is dwindling into a moronic fog.

 

My word quota is filled for these first two days; certainly not in excess. I'm managing the minimum word count for each day so far, and if I keep up that routine for the next twenty-eight days I will be satisfied. After all, I'm doing this in bits and pieces - three hundred words here, two sentences here. I can manage a hundred words a minute, provided I write with no distractions and no interference from my dear little editor. That means that 50K in a month /is/ possible, even working full time and studying for a certain monumental exam.

 

I slept last night from three-thirty to six on a reclining chair in a house I'd never seen. Periodic episodes of noisy vomiting (coming from the other room) roused me. When I woke up, I studied Japanese, particularly differentiating between participles /wa/ and /ga/. The rest of the morning was spent in aiding with the delivery of a baby, where I was primary attendant [under supervision]; when she came, she breathed well, but stayed completely floppy for almost ten minutes. In attending over one hundred births I had never seen such a happening. I made a note to look up oxygen deprivation and neonatal depression in the near future.

 

Towards evening I slept a bit, thanks to a mandate from the Head of the Household. At nine I woke up; at eleven I crept downstairs. I finished my word quota at twelve thirty.

 

I am now listening to Sara Bareilles singing "King of Anything". (You sound so innocent, all full of good intent; swear you know best. ... You've got the talking down, but not the listening...) When it is finished I'll wake up my feet, look up a vocabulary word to text my cousin in the morning, and list gift projects in the order they must be completed. Oh. And record that song for Wain, so I can post the link along with the poem.

 

In the morning I'll attempt to sleep.

 

Procrastination is a lovely thing.