Strange things happen when I don't sleep. In my mind, at least.
I woke up this morning at about 500 EDT. I gave up on sleep around 730. In between, I fretted about everything from my weight to my being silly about my weight to what is going to happen when the sun dies and whether or not humanity will even make it to that point and how it's not really going to matter to me because I'll be long dead and then my brain tried to wrap itself around the possibility of my ending and what if I just rolled over and fell asleep and never woke up again...and then I'm afraid to fall asleep. Because we all count on waking up the next morning and living on.
Yeah. This is what happens when I can't sleep. It's a vicious cycle.
In other news, I am DONE annotating trees, with two days to spare before my PI's presentation. Provided he doesn't send me any new ones between now and then. Who knows what will happen after that.
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