Me and the Sandman need to have a chat

Yes, that timestamp is correct. It is 5.30AM. Dammit.

So I have been dealing with crazy fatigue for ages now, especially recently. It's like I can't keep my eyes open or my mind focused for any length of time. I have spent alot of time supine. I feel like I am barely getting any work done.

Now, for the second night/day in a row, I have been fully awake past 5AM. What the hell? Last night I was wrestling with Judith Butler, who I still don't understand, but at least I can say I read it. Tonight, I composed a super rough draft of a tango presentation. I am awake, but not super motivated to continue doing work, since I haven't even let myself leave the house because I had Sunday deadlines. So on one hand, I want to take advantage and get some work done, but the rest of me is worked-out. And if I start reading, I will probably just fall asleep, which only enforces my already well-entrenched Pavlovian response. I should just go to bed, but what is the point since I am not sleepy. Grr.

I am also hungry, but 5.30AM is not exactly prime eating hour. I don't feel like cooking; I'm out of cereal; and Athens is a Cinderella town. And really, at this hour, healthy food just isn't appetizing. It would have to be something awful, fattening and damn tasty. (I'm thinking fried breakfast food, or pie, or fries - something you can get at a greasy spoon. Or the taqueria by Kallisti's, which while open is also about 8 hours away, at which point my food options will have expanded considerably). Merf.

The tango paper kinda got me fired up. I love my topic, and I love all the directions I can take it. I pretty much burped out 7 pages of text off the top of my head. Dude! That said, it's hard to streamline. And that 7 pages represents most of the tango info I own readily. Which makes the prospect of writing a detailed, analytical thesis way daunting. 7 pages was easy, but 7 times 7 pages will be a fight, since I feel like I have made the major thrust of my argument already.