Tonight I’m taking measures to ensure that I sleep through the night. It’s been weeks. I feel like something is coming. Something that wakes me up several times a night. A storm maybe, or maybe just a migraine. Something violent and indulgent–a forest fire. Something destructive and clean.
I should be in classes. I should be surrounding myself in information and theory. I’m restless, and I’m not managing my time well. Or at all. Time forgets itself and takes liberties. Oh, I let it.
no deaths, no mysteries to solve