I've been working a lot. Work is good. I like where things are going. But god it is making me very tired.
I slept super late yesterday. Slept pretty late today.
I have all these outlines and books I'm reading and waiting on. All these somewhat fresh ideas.
I was out with some friends last night. I was thinking about Collingwood in The New Leviathan. I tried to say something to myself about Collingwood something something dialectic thinking something something aesthetics something something something. I can't think clearly about this kind of stuff when I'm so tired.
It takes so much time. I need time where I'm clear headed, where I'm well rested, where I'm reading and writing and producing.
And those times will come. But right now I'm working a lot and it is making me want to sleep a lot.
I can just feel sluggishness creeping its way into me. Temporarily. But still.