I took what I thought was a compromise nap yesterday afternoon. I propped myself up on the couch with Mabel and Bun-Bun and let myself drift in and out of consciousness. It certainly didn't feel like actual sleeping. Still, this hour-or-so of half-assed nappery [Ed. note: antiquated word that has nothing to do with naps] was enough to keep me awake until 1 am.  I went to bed at 10:30 to try to get decent sleep. What a foolish fool I was. 

I listened to a few excellent ghost stories while I waited to feel sleepy. I'm pretty happy about those. And I don't feel terrible today, not now, not yet. 

I'll just go through today and pretend I got real sleep and maybe that will work. I'll shoot for 10:30 pm again tonight.