Can’t sleep…where’s Waldo? I mean, my brain

springtimey drawing by guess who?

I’ve been up for a few hours. Can’t sleep. Not fun when you can’t sleep. Too much running through my head… doing half assed handstands and downward facing dogs. Get it? Okay, nevermind.

And the whole time I’m thinking: why don’t I get up and write? But then the thought of actually forming sentences and looking at a screen seem overwhelming.