Writing and sleep and lack thereof

[mousme]

I got to go to my writer's grip meeting yesterday for the first time in months. I think the last time I managed to go to a meeting was September, because my work schedule is jacked and doesn't let me have nice things. There was a brief glitch as I forgot they changed venues, so I was comfortably ensconced at Chapters in Pointe Claire when I remembered I actually needed to be in Central Station downtown. Whoops. Luckily it's a short drive without traffic, so I didn't get there too late.

It was great to get to talk to actual people who weren't my coworkers or my girlfriend. Not that I don't love chatting with pdaughter (let's be fair, I don't care if I talk to my coworkers or not), but she makes allowances for things and so I've mostly forgotten what normal human interaction is like. I keep forgetting myself and talking over people because I have so many things to say, you don't even know, and I'm a little worried that most of what comes out of my mouth these days is either inane or really inappropriate or both. /o\ Luckily no one seemed to think I'd grown an extra head yesterday, so I'm taking it as a win.

I also stopped by my old office to see my friend bullonir and get the comic books he'd picked up for me. I have the entire run of Hawkeye to read now, which I'm really looking forward to. I've not been reading my comics of late, mostly because I don't have time to read at all. I can usually squeeze in about two pages of a novel before bed these days, on a good night. Otherwise, no reading. I plan on trying to change that in the near future, as I do very much enjoy comic books and would like to actually read the ones I have in my possession.

As a result, I only got home at about 1am. The cats kept me awake for another half hour, after which I managed to doze off on the sofa (which is where I sleep when I get home stupidly late, as I'm trying not to disturb anyone). At 3am, Bean started screaming and calling out, so I spent the next hour or so trying to get him to settle back to sleep. He's been under the weather, though at first it didn't appear that he wasn't feeling well. He complained that he'd lost Malik Mollum (his plush Ikea doll), so I found the renegade doll at the foot of the bed and put it back in Bean's arm. Then later he told me something was "weird" with his ear, and from what I could make out it sounded as though he'd slept on it funny rather than it being an ear infection, especially as he wasn't running a fever of any kind. Then after that he complained that his pyjama pants had come unzipped, and that he wanted to take them off and go to the bathroom, because his diaper was wet (it was). There ensued a very confused explanation that he couldn't put the diaper in the laundry hamper because it wasn't in his room anymore (not the case, it was actually right there, but I think he was still half asleep). By then it was 4am and pdaughter woke up and took over, and I was able to go to bed again. Bean continued to fuss and call out until 5am, until pdaughter ended up staying in his room with him, and even after that he continued to fuss, though a lot more quietly. I finally fell asleep again around 6:30 and awoke for the last time at 7:30.

The two of them left around noon to go visit Pake in Cornwall, leaving me to my own devices. So I've done laundry (well, I'm still doing laundry) and puttered, and tried unsuccessfully to nap. Apparently my body thinks that 2.5 hours of sleep is more than enough, especially since I an hour of sleep from Tuesday to Wednesday, too. Twelve hours of sleep in five days is plenty, according to my body. *grumbles*

Tonight is my monthly (sort of) Numenera game, and I'm looking forward to yet another day of adult interaction. Two in a row! It's madness, I tell you!