I have lost a fair amount of sleep recently. I have a personal checklist a mile long, and a professional one which appears to be written, sccroling, on a mobius strip. Work is my personal hydra, but I lack the proverbial assistant-with-the-burning brand. Additionally, it has been indirectly revealed to me that the super-huge gigantic project I worked months on, only for it to be shot down last minute, may be revived. This makes me sick to my stomach, honestly - especially since I've spent huge amounts of energy, since the demise of that project, making my own little bridge to solve the problems.
By the end of this month, I have three major milestones to cross - I'm either committing to lessons in an instrument, getting the tatoos I've put off (or getting them started) for the last 15 years, or getting a second part-time job. Maybe I'll do all three.
I just wish I didn't feel so goddmaned tired.