I've been feeling a little bit sluggish the last few days, but I'm still pressing on as much as I can. Yesterday was a pretty frightening day though. The previous night, I'd gotten no sleep whatsoever; not a wink. I was up all through the night right into the morning dealing with computer problems, so I had no rest. The bed sheets weren't even touch.
Sleep deprivation isn't new to me, but it did freak me out yesterday as I was driving towards the Studio City library to get some work done. I was passing through Glendale, and I started nodding off. I was falling asleep behind the wheel!
I didn't get to the library - I turned around and headed home - but I also don't remember the drive back. I think I was still in Glendale when I got off the Ventura Freeway and started to backtrack. At that point, I was probably ten minutes away from my house and I tried forcing myself awake just until I got back to my driveway. The more I fought it, the more my eyes began to droop, and I had to slam on the breaks a couple of times.
When I got home, I texted a friend of mine about the what happened and I fell asleep in my truck, right there on the driveway in mid-sentence! She told me that was a bad sign and that, even though I had a lot of work to do, I had to set aside some time for a nap. I slept for a few hours and then got about a thousand words written.
Last night, I got a few more hours of sleep before my alarm went off. I hit the snooze button and kept sleeping until about noon. I had relatives visiting, so lunchtime was spent with them. I got several hundred words written in the last few hours, and I hope to get a little more work done before heading out for the evening.
But yikes! I think I've hit a tipping point with my insomnia. It's a problem that I've got to deal with pronto.