11:19. FAIL.
After I left last night, I couldn’t sleep. Thoughts kept running through my head, and strange things – like my feet being cold and my face itching – seemed unusually uncomfortable. The last time I looked at my alarm clock, it was two in the morning.
When the alarm rang today, I rolled over, suppressed the guilt in my stomach, shut it off, and went back to sleep. What can I say? Sometimes, you have to admit when you’ve been beat.
In other news, I got a freelance job! Actual work will depend on if I get any assignments, but I was hired by a company who will contract me out to local businesses who need freelance writers. It’s a start, and I’ll take it.
Off to get ready for my favorite night of television. Stories of Halloween to come, promise.
