Sleep is so messed up.

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I have pushed it this morning.  It hasn't started hurting or anything.  But I am rather confused, and have been for a number of days.  The inebriation of exhaustion can be exquisite.  Not so much as a preferred thing, only in it's effects.  While I can think back in here, speaking is too complicated to do well.  I can't remember what I was about to say, what I did say, or what I was getting at.  I have, for the most part, taken my medicines in spite of it.  I have missed an evening or two, and a day in there.  Catching up when I can, just leaving it go when too much time has passed.  The difficulty is keeping the day correct.  More so when I am not sure if my next sleep will last a few hours or many hours, or even if I will be awake for long or short periods.  Well, and driving through the fog of an extended waking period, like now, means I lose all sense of things while I try to push through.

If today is Sunday, I have an appointment tomorrow.  Early.  I also have dinner coming tonight, which will be quite welcome.  I have... fallen behind with the kitchen.  I think, after the appointment, if I spoil myself with sleep as I seem to need it, I will be able to figure the kitchen back out.  It isn't too rough, just a few pots and pans, some dishes, and a bit of washing and it will be ready for cooking again.

Now, I am not pushing so as to entertain a schedule.  I am trying to adjust my odd schedule so as to make my appointment tomorrow.  I hope it is Sunday.  I can't find my cellphone.  It knows.  I have been checking the thing a dozen times a day but I can't... remember.  Right now I simply can't find my phone.  Oh, heck, when into one's excesses, even if not by design, it's difficult to even want to do anything about it.

A nap, I think.  I have pushed enough that I might be able to figure out a path to the appointment tomorrow.  If it is tomorrow.  Oh, but when I do sleep as needed I am much more cognizant.  There is that.  Later.