Just before the most important days...

Hours slept: 3ish
General feeling: I'm fine now, but just ask me again before noon.

I was about to open my laptop four hours ago and start writing. I had this clear idea on why I'm not sleeping. So many things in my mind, going round and round. I felt sleepy around midnight despite of evening's cycling lesson, but then I just.... woke up. It's horrible to watch clock tick away to 1 o'clock, 1.35, 2.05. Or no, not really horrible. Now that I'm used to having these sleepless or few-hours-of-sleep nights, I'm imagining how the next day will be. I know I can manage routine things and simple writing, but for example writing this, in foreign language, is quite difficult. I'm slower and I have... to... think every.... word I'm we - writing.

It's a really hard week at work, because instead of five days, I only have four days to do everything. And there are two magazines to do, at least one longer article for me to write, and several little things. Also yesterday a few things changed in the room I work in. Not that the changes were unpleasant, the new people are interesting, but the hazzle and buzz is always making the days longer in a sense that I don't get as many things done.

No music links this morning. I got the new album of Chisu on mp3 yesterday, so that'll be my music for the tram trip.