As usual, I'm obsessing over form rather than producing any content. Hrmph.
Got up at 6:15 with $sprog today. Again, only 5 hours sleep. But it's probably my own fault for staying up so late. Feels like a good week or two straight now that I've gotten about 5-6 hours sleep, but am strangely functional during the day. I honestly don't know how I'm doing it, but I'm also pleasantly surprised.
Breakfast, the usual battles, dishes, got out of the house finally. It feels like crawling through molasses in the morning sometimes. Or living in a Samuel Beckett novel: three steps backward or sideways for every step forward. Got off the subway early and walked 30 min on the way to work.
At work, the usual: everything interrupting everything else, very little actually getting done, but it feels good, the work's interesting, and the people are nice. Aikido this afternoon, that was good. A friend is going to test nidan in New York next weekend, and I was practicing a lot with her. It's nice to help people.