I finally gave up on sleep at around 4:45. After about 3 hours of tossing and turning, it became pretty apparent that it was a lost cause. I’ve ventured out into the chill of the morning to – of all things – go to Starbucks for some coffee.
Sleep is not usually so elusive for me. I’d say that it is probably the life skill at which I am most proficient. I’m not really sure what’s going on with me.
The upside is that I now have more time to devote to the completion of the script. For all of my talk about loving sleep and not understanding those who feel there isn’t enough time in a day, I’ve really started to empathize. Everything in my life has just stopped. All energies have been focused on the singular goal of typing the words “FADE OUT:” The sooner that comes, the better off we’ll all be.
Then I’ll be sad. 
