My Sleep Schedule Is Funky

Could've sworn that I had a thing today, but my nagging suspicion which I've usually dismissed as irrational anxiety has done its work faithfully: when I double-checked it turned out the thing wasn't finalized, just suggested. So glad I checked before I got dressed, it means I can get back in bed and try to get an extra hour's sleep.

Last night I took no sleeping aid and was up for hours with racing thoughts. I'd been optimistic, but I think a half a pill a night is still viable. Maybe it's some other factor stepping in, since I haven't had "staring at the ceiling for two hours" level insomnia in a fair bit.

Late last night I wrote something on whim. I think I'll dedicate tomorrow morning/early afternoon to rereading some of my WIPs. Maybe I'll be able to get some writing momentum again. Maybe I'll just do an inventory. I do think I've been optimistic about how much writing I'd feel up to at this juncture, but I want to reassess.