When I turned out the lights last night at eleven o’clock, I was dead tired. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before and I wasn’t able to get a nap yesterday, so I said to myself, If I don’t sleep until at least eight o’clock in the morning, I’m gonna asplode.

Woke up at five-thirty. Laid in bed until six, vainly trying to go back to sleep. Gave up when the cat started whining. Oh well. Who needs sleep anyway?