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This may be a good name for the journal. Sometimes I write the long overwrought overblown pieces; other times it's barely enough to be senyru or calavares.
I'm sometimes--often--sorry to present the mis. It gives a bad impression; making an impression to people is one of my prime instincts. I don't do it well, but it is my first concern, much to my dislike. But with the scattering of my focus and logical intelligence, others must accept and understand that my thoughts and communications arrives and jumps and spurts. It works rather well that way---as long as I can catch it.
Hence, journals. I used to be able to catch my thoughts quickly with the pen. But I'm rarely allowed the privacy and space for my notebooks---and I'm often tied to a keyboard. And a keyboard allows the thoughts to flow so much faster. Sometimes a faster flow allows them to polish.
Off to the random. Will post these as I go from now on.
Edited 10:25am, for late night grammar, spelling & punctuation
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I wish I could understand the reason for my insomnia. Sometimes it is from stress or tension. Sometimes it is simply being up late due to chores or projects or illness. Sometimes due to mistimed sleep, or stimulants.
Here, it is procrastination of needed and promised rest. And like many of my procrastinations, it is for something I wanted,and needed. I intended, and needed to be in bed by 12. It is now 3am. Snuffy will be up in 2 more hours, so I don't know how I will sleep. My body and mind gets more agitated. I've promised myself to take better care. But I also promised to be a better steward, friend, and human animal this weekend. There is much I promised to do, more than 72 hours worth. Some of them things I have long put of, and so, determined they would be completed.
For whatever reason, conscious will, agitated mind and body, have refused to let me sleep until....I don't know. Something must be resolved.
I know part of it is another project, something to write that I have put off. I could write it now, and see if it would release the tensions and the sleep.
And I can't make myself do it. More perverse procrastination. Perhaps this procrastination will at least let me lie down, and accept sleep, in order to put off what I want to say.
I'm sometimes--often--sorry to present the mis. It gives a bad impression; making an impression to people is one of my prime instincts. I don't do it well, but it is my first concern, much to my dislike. But with the scattering of my focus and logical intelligence, others must accept and understand that my thoughts and communications arrives and jumps and spurts. It works rather well that way---as long as I can catch it.
Hence, journals. I used to be able to catch my thoughts quickly with the pen. But I'm rarely allowed the privacy and space for my notebooks---and I'm often tied to a keyboard. And a keyboard allows the thoughts to flow so much faster. Sometimes a faster flow allows them to polish.
Off to the random. Will post these as I go from now on.
Edited 10:25am, for late night grammar, spelling & punctuation
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I wish I could understand the reason for my insomnia. Sometimes it is from stress or tension. Sometimes it is simply being up late due to chores or projects or illness. Sometimes due to mistimed sleep, or stimulants.
Here, it is procrastination of needed and promised rest. And like many of my procrastinations, it is for something I wanted,and needed. I intended, and needed to be in bed by 12. It is now 3am. Snuffy will be up in 2 more hours, so I don't know how I will sleep. My body and mind gets more agitated. I've promised myself to take better care. But I also promised to be a better steward, friend, and human animal this weekend. There is much I promised to do, more than 72 hours worth. Some of them things I have long put of, and so, determined they would be completed.
For whatever reason, conscious will, agitated mind and body, have refused to let me sleep until....I don't know. Something must be resolved.
I know part of it is another project, something to write that I have put off. I could write it now, and see if it would release the tensions and the sleep.
And I can't make myself do it. More perverse procrastination. Perhaps this procrastination will at least let me lie down, and accept sleep, in order to put off what I want to say.
