Third time this week.
No cat noise, nothing going on in the apartment. I just open my eyes and I’m awake.
Used to be able to point to something — a deadline, a bill, whatever specific thing. Lately it’s nothing I can name, which almost bugs me more than if I could.
Started keeping a pen on the nightstand. Wrote two lines last night and didn’t even read them back before falling asleep again.
The notebook’s almost full anyway. With the move coming up I’ll probably just start a new one instead of finishing this one out.
Not complaining, just noting it down somewhere that isn’t the 3am notebook.