No, really. It’s not funny.
I was sleepy when I went to bed. I was comfortable. My brain wasn’t working at anything in particular. It wasn’t revved up, but it wouldn’t rev down. Sleep? Oh no, not me.
Forget that I’ve been sleepy most of the weekend. Forget that I hauled myself out of bed at a decent hour this morning instead of sleeping in (oh, sleeping in). Forget that it’s been almost 72 hours since I’ve touched caffeine. Forget that I compliantly put off starting the project I knew would be interesting enough to keep me awake. Forget that I have things to do tomorrow that would benefit from a fresh outlook.
Because all of those things are only going to keep me up longer. So I have to forget, and I have to go crawl back into bed as though it were the first time tonight, as though it doesn’t matter whether I ever fall asleep. Otherwise, I won’t.