I'm still sleeping like crap. The hot weather the last couple nights hasn't been helping. Naturally I turned to my old friend, the chillow. I plopped that baby down under my ass and immediately felt.... wet! Something had punctured my chillow! Blast.
The world is conspiring against my sleep. I know you're all in this against me. I SEE YOU OUT THERE!
The other night, while I lay fully awake in bed, I actually broke down and tried one of the suggestions that I've heard from so many people. I got out of bed and wrote down on a post it the thoughts that were occupying my brain. I wrote:
I am excited about my baseball software, but I'm also concerned that it doesn't work well enough.I stared at the post-it. Seeing my concerns written down in chicken-scratch just made them all the more real. I felt more stressed. I followed up by writing down some ideas I had about making the program better. That helped a bit, probably calming me back down to where I was before I got out of bed.
Sleep is hard.
On a totally unrelated note, out of all the gifts I bought for Hank for her birthday last month, the one that she likes the most is the cast iron pan. As it turns out, they're damn good for cooking.
This surprises me. Out of all the cookware we have, the cast iron pan is the least technologically advanced. I find it hard to believe that our best cooking device is one that doesn't even have any buttons on it. All good things have buttons. I, for example, have a charming one smack in the middle of my belly.
My brain is in a fog.