Insomnia

It's three years since I received my licence.

It's not a good day. That's not about the anniversary, particularly, just that I've not been sleeping well. Tired. Out of the pod things are a little too sharp and shimmery; voices a little too loud. Stuff that normally wouldn't bother me... bothers me. I want to stay in my pod and turn the input settings right down until I'm floating in a soft, fluffy haze.

Instead... instead I'll dance hard despite the stupid blister I allowed myself to get -- working on a new choreography for Gherkana; must make a time on-planet with Helfi to dance it properly -- manage contracts and payments, listen in on the Sleepy Mindsucker Mystery channels, do something -- anything -- to feel alive, and try to sleeeep.