Awake at 3am,
which is better than most mornings. I
could call them mournings for sleep lost.
What a puny guy.
I talked with Dr.
Kydonieus, our resident psychologist about sleep exercises to allow me to get
back asleep. I have been using them, but
not fully embracing them. I am a
terrible patient. Ergo, it has not
worked. But I am making good notes on
things I want to get done.
I have been
making slow progress on my paper mosaic.
I misplaced the source sketch and am ready to handle the neck, but need
the sketch for value determination. I
have still yet park my rear end in front of my mirror to continue that
self-portrait series.
Note to self: dominic. get to it.
I ran a snail's
pace five miles tonight. I have nothing
in me.
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