See, I have issues with sleep that are more like issues with waking. I wake up at 4 am, 3:30, 3, maybe earlier. I can't go back to sleep so I stay up and struggle to find ways to fill the time. There are a million things I could do, but not so many that wouldn't wake up J.
So I read. This morning I did the daily minimum I set for myself. Three comics: Batman & Robin: Year One, Namor, and Transformers. I read a chapter of Willy Vlautin's The Night Always Comes, two stories in Flash Fiction America, and a selection from Best American Comics 2018. I'll read more, too. An issue out of Green Lantern by Geoff Johns, Book One. I'll finish Attack on Titan, Vol. 1. I don't like it. Thank Hulk, a manga I don't have to keep reading.
I have to do everything with glasses now. I can't read or write without them. I can fucking drive with naked eyes but I can't read.
I could read more. Or I could write. I started two different new short stories. I could go downstairs and play more Fallout 4.
I have a downstairs. I have a house and a wife.
Eventually, I'll take a nap.
Man.
Life is tedious.
