Exhausted
Long day. Fairly productive, but tiring. Tomorrow will be worse; big deadline impending at work.
Much too sleepy to do any of the things on my to-do list. Think I'd better go to bed, though this is very early for me.
My body has developed yet another annoying sleep habit: six hours, then wide awake. Sometimes I can get back to sleep, sometimes I can't. On the plus side, this gives me more time than I'm used to in the mornings, and it's just barely enough sleep to keep me functional and sane; it's not nearly as bad as being awoken by Loud Car Guy used to be after 4 or 5 hours' sleep. On the minus side, it's not quite enough to keep me really on top of things, so I've been tired and even more disorganized than usual lately.
I really need to get heavy curtains for my bedroom windows. The blinds I've got are lighter than the ones at my old place, so it gets bright in here much earlier than I'm used to.
Anyway, none of this is really awful. It's all manageable. But I am sleepy. So I'm going to bed.