Unrest

I had trouble falling asleep last night. Too many monsters living in my head and not enough pillows for them all. I finally had to get up and write some of them out. It seems that my brain is becoming too smart for itself. When I think "I don't have to write it down, I'll just remember it in the morning", I no longer fall for it. So, at about a quarter to twelve, I was sitting in the dimly lit living room, pouring my thoughts onto a yellow legal pad, in hopes that they would stay there. Thankfully, it worked and I was able to return to sleep about an hour later. Time to start keeping that legal pad by the bed, I think.