Couldn’t sleep at all last night, was really frustrating. Took me hours before I could, sleeping pills included.
When I did get to sleep, I had a dream where I walked around my old neighborhood, breaking into all of the pickup trucks, and stealing the cash from them. When I got home, one of the truck owners had shot a hole through the garage, and my dad was upset with me.
I’m not a big fan of dreaming, but it is what it is.
Have been in a sort of fog lately; more emotionally out of touch than usual. Can’t seem to break it. Having a hard time focusing on much of anything, and only the mechanical is really clicking. Had three small projects I put some effort into at work, and in all cases came to the conclusion that the effort wasn’t worth it, or the cure was worse than the disease. Had another one I worked on this week, and I realized I was messing with code that I didn’t really understand, and as a result my approach really didn’t make sense, so I gave up and reverted it. Starting to take a confidence hit, and not sure how to fix that, other than to try and spot some projects I can actually pull off for a few turns.
On the upside, Alaska trip is soon, and we’re seeing some friends this weekend; hoping some time away will help clear things up.