Sometimes I feel like everything I’m typing here is like a verbose form of whining. Usually not while I’m writing it, because then it’s my trying to get out the ideas that are in me. Maybe what’s in me is whiny. Maybe I’m just being self-critical to too high a degree. Maybe I’m whining about myself right now. How would I know? I can’t listen to the tone to see if it is coming through audibly, and I seem to have lost the people who cared enough to comment. Either because everything I’m saying makes sense or because I’m so awful I’ve driven them away. Or maybe I’m being too self-centered in all of this, and there aren’t comments for some other rational reason, like people have lives of their own.
Maybe the benefit of extra sleep is an active mind. I have written more things today than any recent day. I do not know if it is because my mind is sharp from getting plenty of sleep, or if it is just a confluence of events that has swum across the surface of my mind. I want to get this in today, so I’ll post it now. I’m not sure if I have something else to say.