I woke up around 1:00 and read some email. Now I’m tired, but I can’t sleep.

I have to work later today. I both am and am not looking forward to it, because I know I’m going to be tired, no matter what. I always am.

Today is a gym day. I’m so unmotivated. Lately, I’m a sad sack, I know. It is partly biology. Every 27 days without failure. I get all weepy and I don’t know why. Ever since I was 12. One minute I’ll be fine, and then out of nowhere it will just hit me, this wall of sadness, and I’ll start crying. It’s fascinating how reliably this occurs every month of my life. And the second day is always the worst.

Normally, at this point, I’d be up by now, anyway, getting ready to go, feeding the cats, etc. But I’m not ready to get back up, yet. I don’t feel like doing anything but sitting here.

Probably I’m just tired.

To hell with it. I’m going back to sleep.