A Writer's Notebook, One-Thousand-Nine-Hundred-And-Three
I woke up at around four this morning and couldn't get myself back to sleep. I didn't get out of bed right away, which may have been a mistake, but I only say it was a mistake, now, because I didn't fall back to sleep. If I had been able to, I would be happy I had stayed in bed. Instead, I just tossed around uncomfortably, probably disturbing Melissa and certainly annoying myself. At a certain point, I made the choice that I wasn't going to get any more sleep right then and got myself up, came here, to my office, and started writing. I already had an idea for a story, so it was not really that difficult of a thing to get myself going. I suppose it may even be early enough that I could try to get another few hours rest, perhaps...
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