Sleep is all alike, but all sleep deprivation is different in its own way. What I'm going through now is, thank hell, not as mind-crushingly awful as the week-long bout of insomnia I had a while back, but it's characterized by the curious aspect of me needing to get up and do something or other, but being unable to do so, because I keep nodding off for about five minutes and dreaming that I already did it. Someday, when I'm gone, you'll be sorry you weren't me.
Just turned in my latest freelance assignment to a client who constantly has me writing about insanely depressing subjects. My first job for them (they're a publication about history and issues in the study of same) was on new discoveries in the study of the influenza epidemic of 1917; my second was about intentionality vs. functionality during the Holocaust; and my third was about the decline of the Native American population in the 15th-19th centuries and whether or not it should be termed a genocide. This most recent article was about the new assessment of Bloody Sunday based on the Saville report. Every time I turn something in I ask my editor if next time, I could write something about the history of American situation comedies, or tracing the development of lemonade, or something. This stuff is starting to get me DOWN, man.
Anyway, there we go. Did you know I had a Tumblr account? And a Twitter feed? Aren't I the multimedia darling.