bloody hell again.
You'd think being tired from not sleeping much last night would make it easier to sleep tonight, but not so much.
Blogging did the trick for me last night, though, so maybe this will do it.
I think when you're a little sleep-deprived a neural pathway opens up in your brain that makes creativity flow a little more. It's good for getting writing done. (editing or reporting, not so much.) But there's only a very limited window of tiredness that it functions for; any more and you just start rambling, much like I am now.
About Me
- kt
- New York, NY
- "There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. […] Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion." — E.B. White
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