Champagne and Socks

I’m really trying to get back into the habit of blogging everyday. I miss this part of my life and I miss wanting to write something about my life everyday. On the other hand, I’m also working on redefining my public and personal boundaries. It’s weird and uncomfortable.

Today was a day of post-con crash. I think that’s the best way to describe it. I’d actually thought maybe I had escaped it, considering the con ended on Monday. But probably I was still running on adrenalin most of last week.

I think probably the biggest problem for me is sleep debt. I’m not a good sleeper at the best of times (I worry this might cut my life short). Leading up to the con, in the early months of this year, I wasn’t sleeping too well. And then in the last month of the con, I was working 100 hour weeks which meant cutting into sleeping time. By the time I got to the con, I was really tired. But then I couldn’t sleep! The first night I lay there and tossed and turned all night. After that, I took to reading before trying to fall asleep but I was still getting less than 5 hours a night, on top of the sleep debt I went into the con with. And the worst of it was I would jump out of bed at 6am or earlier *wide awake*. Ergh.

I thought once the con was over, I’d fall over and sleep for days. No such luck. I’m still having trouble falling asleep and also having Swancon nightmares when I finally do. And I can’t seem to sleep in, even when I’m allowed. It’s like that horrible bout of jetlag I had when I went to World Fantasy Con last year.

I feel like if I could make inroads into this sleep debt, everything else would be better. It’s hard to function when you’re tired. But I’m *not* a good sleeper at all.