Need another cup. I just can’t wake up, for some reason. After 100, my character needs his rest. A brief, or not so brief, nap. My internet connection, giving me grief. Wish I didn’t have to deal with it, ever, frankly. Just have to make it through the next class, put them in a position to start writing their papers. And I need to put mySelf in a position to finish my poetry collection. Again I find it hard to bring myself to go backwards, look at older works.
Feeling panicky in this adjunct cell. Should go for a walk or something. Now the video on the other side of the door, in that auditorium classroom, talks about 9/11, and the impact it had on the individual, which only adds to my present anxiety. Just makes me more exhausted. Why am I so tired? Well, my sleep was disrupted a couple times. Not by Jack, just the sleep itself, which doesn’t at all help this A.M. Mike.