Not the post I wanted to write, but oh well.

Today has been kind of a pointless day. I made the "mistake" to force myself out of bed a little earlier than my body would have liked and was immediately rewarded with debilitating fatigue. Black tea didn't help, the morning went by while I wasn't paying attention ... but it was alright because I'd given myself permission to be lazy in exchange for a chance at being able to sleep earlier tonight.

What's funny is that I still managed to feel accomplished in spite of this. Technically I even did a lot more useful stuff than I used to on an average day before I went to the hospital, although it didn't seem like much while I was doing it. I just quickly left my seat every two hours or so to do one little thing, or one step of a bigger thing, and somehow it was enough. Probably because unlike back then, I had no trouble figuring out what needed to be done.

This certainly beats being completely unable to control my sleeping schedule. An occasional lazy day is a lot less trouble than what I was doing before. It's not even real laziness; I mean it's for a good cause and everything! ;)