Not such a good start to a new week: I couldn’t sleep last night and so couldn’t get up at 6, couldn’t get up at 7, still couldn’t get up at 8, and by 8:30 dragged myself to the shower half-asleep not really up anyway. Of course it’s Monday, a workday, so my writing time is lost until tomorrow. I am going to go in to work now and just pretend that the whole entire day isn’t happening. Tomorrow I will start over: get up at 6, go write, finish that story. Yeah, tomorrow. Today has just been scraped off the face of the earth (don’t tell my self otherwise; I don’t want to get used to sleeping in and slack for the rest of the week!).