I haven’t been sleeping well for the past few days. Since baseball started actually. On one hand I feel happy, confident and sure that everything will be fine. On the other hand, I’m not sleeping well. I’m trying to talk to my subconscious, or unconscious, or primal childhood conscious or whatever you want to call that murky mysterious part of yourself, but those things don’t really talk do they. Those guys operate on feelings and instinct.

I have a bunch of hypnosis mp3s that I listen to. They seem to work the best out of all the things I’ve tried. All the things being sleeping pills and left over pain meds from the Costa Rican sickness. Not only did I not sleep well after taking them, they didn’t make me feel great the day after. Even though I did enjoy a nice buzz for a few hours the recovery time and wonkiness wasn’t really worth it.

I want to sleep tonight. Andy says the more that I fret about it, the less likely I am to sleep. I don’t think I’m fretting about sleeping or anything specifically. Am I lying to myself. Am I just physically under the weather and not realizing it? I breathe, I stretch, I drink water, I work out. The stress goes away for a while, and then, it’s back.

Cursis.