so tonight i was talking to my baby, and i started losing coherency, so i told him i was going to bed. i was getting towards the end of Wolves of the Calla, so i thought i'd read a bit to put myself to sleep, just for a few minutes.
*bzzzt* bad idea. that was an hour and a half ago. the book's done. i'm awake.
i'm going to try to go to sleep anyhow, but. i've got to try to unfuck my sleep schedule before tuesday, if i have to hit myself over the head with a brick to do it.