Trapped

Feh!

I'm hyper, and want to go DO something. But I can't... not because it's 2 A.M., but because my body is pitiful. I've always said there's a difference between "tired" and "sleepy". Physically, I don't even want to be sitting up and typing. So I laid down, figuring I'd get some rest. Suuuure I would. My mind is racing with anything and everything. What I'm going to do tomorrow (er...later today?). What I could do next week...next month. Ideas for my stories, and artwork. Mentally, I'm restless, but physically I'm tuckered out.

Sometimes I want my new heart right farkin' now! I always think of those stories that when people get transplants, they're a new person and full of life afterwards. But there are a few that end up just as bad anyway, or worse. I should savor the fact - and the opportunities - that I have, to be able to do some things at all. But it's hard to, at times like this, when it seems like I can't do anything. I don't even want to write! Better than nothing, I s'pose.

Of course, being awake all night is going to make me sleepy tomorrow. But at least I can take my usual afternoon nap. That's probably why I'm like this now...tried to do too much, and skipped my nap, and now it's catchin' up to me.

And my back (which also needs fixin') hurts, from sitting in bed with the laptop, instead of at my desk. I guess I'll go try again, to konk out for the night...morning...whatever!