The dark closing in so early is making me really sleepy. I put myself into an early bed with the electric blanket on and I’m not concerned that I’m calling an end to a day that barely really began. I’ve been Monday weekending again. Doing a bit of research, read a script, looked at some lines for a self tape. But despite the beauty of the crisp clear winter day, I resolutely stayed at home and did as little as possible. A bit of Alan Wake, a bit of reading. The inevitable bath. But I am feeling like I can barely keep my eyes open.
Having a late night last night probably doesn’t help, even though it was lovely to sit at table and put the world to rights into the small hours. I can barely keep my eyes open. I even had to switch off the electric blanket to even give myself a tiny chance of completing more than one paragraph before I have to just give up on this and pass out.
AlBarclay 