Sleepless

Tried to go to sleep at about 12:45am but apparently it wasn't happening. Fast forward an hour later and I'm awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my writing. Or more specifically, Tallulah and Gennadi. It's cold right now or maybe I'd go out to the nearest gas station and pick up a generic latte. No, it's more than cold ... it's bitter.

I'm tired, but not tired enough to feel like sleeping. And I'm not awake enough to feel like I can write anything of quality. I think I will try to get some sleep now so I can have a full day of writing tomorrow.