Let me just say insomnia makes me want to die.
Sometimes the only thing that calms me down is promising myself that I’ll kill myself in the morning.
Anyway, today was like a dog walking on its hind legs:
‘I told him I had been that morning at a meeting of the people called Quakers, where I had heard a woman preach. Johnson: “Sir, a woman’s preaching is like a dog’s walking on his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all.”‘
I told myself I didn’t have to do today well, in any respect. As with a dog walking on its hind legs, I would be satisfied as long as today got done at all.
And today got done. Good night.