Sleep
Sleep is one of my most favourite things.
When I don't sleep I tend to lose my ability to multi-task and eventually I get stuck in an infinite loop — like a record skipping — on singular topics that honestly never seem to reach any formal conclusion other than to recursively become ever-more circuitous than would otherwise be necessary, and ultimately the introduction of some form of interruption is usually the only thing that can put an end to my redundant cogitation, forcing my brain to return to functioning with syllogism; and in my current state of excessive verbosity would compel me to stop writing this esoteric yet amaranthine dissertation that I nonsensically continue to slowly dribble into this post painfully like a daydreaming slug slithering through a dry salt pond and onwards towards oblivion…
I'm not sleeping properly. It would appear that my bloody apnœa has resurfaced, mostly at night but again during the day, as it tends to do roughly once every nine-months. It's interesting that there are a few medical things, like my cluster headers, that seem to fade in and out of my life on roughly nine-month cycles.
This may merit some research, but bugger that for now. Today I have taken one of my 20-½ remaining holidays from work for which I have not yet been able to decide what to do with, and shall spend the day trying to catch up on sleep and to finally catch up on a bunch of things I should have done on past weekends but couldn't be arsed.
So… Goodnight!
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