Good times. Great times, in fact. But writing time has been cut down to nil.
So, the devious monster that is my brain has been put to bed every night bright eyed and terribly bushy-tailed.
This is bad.
The only way I am granted a nominally normal sleep is if I exhaust my mind down to limpness during the day and take advantage of its exhaustion to grab a few winks.
Pretty twisted, huh?
Surrounded by the nominally normal of my family, I get incredibly tired of my mental peculiarities, quirks and thorny personal irregularities.