You probably wish to remind me that I am always dysfunctional.  I agree.  Perhaps I should have said I feel more dysfunctional today.

I did not sleep well last night.  After climbing into bed around 9 PM, I tossed and turned for a few hours as sleep remained elusive.  I got up around 10:15 to get a drink of water, and then returned to bed only to toss and turn for a while longer.  I cannot be certain precisely when sleep caught up to me.  However, it was shortly before midnight when last I checked the clock, so I feel safe assuming it was around that time.

I awoke only a few hours later and was horrified when I glanced at the clock and saw 2:20 AM.  I once again rose from bed, got another drink of water, loved on the cats for a bit, and then climbed between the covers yet again.  I wanted to fall asleep quickly, but that never happened.

In fact, sleep refused to visit me again.  I lay in bed struggling to find a comfortable position, tossing and turning continuously as I wrestled with insomnia, resting in one position and then another, all without success.

I glanced at the clock every now and again.  Each time I looked, it announced the passage of time with glaring luminescence, taunting me with the revelation of the rapid approach of morning.  Finally, perhaps just after 5 AM, I realized no rest was to be found.  I clumsily slid out of bed and started my morning routine, fumbling through it with lackluster care.

Now these many hours later I feel disconnected from myself, teetering on the edge of exhaustion.  My mind is cluttered with fog and my body is dragging from activity to activity with no energy or enthusiasm.

You will therefore pardon me in advance if I do not post much today.  I am diligently trying to find ambition, but, much like sleep before it, even that appears elusive today.