I've fallen out of writer mode recently. Reader mode, too.
My computer crashed (I will never buy an HP computer ever again), and it took several days for the new one to arrive. By the time it did, my e-galley of The Republic of Thieves expired so I couldn't re-download it.
I had an exam last week and two this week. They both went well, but yesterday's was really, really hard.
Part of that is because I haven't been sleeping--not because I've been staying up to study, but because I haven't been able to actually fall asleep. I don't think it's stress insomnia, either. I suffered from stress insomnia the entire week I was moving out of New Jersey, and this feels completely different. I'm not anxious. I'm just awake. And then I get really tired during the afternoon. It's like my circadian rhythm has decided to re-set itself.
I didn't sleep at all the night before yesterday's test, even after taking a benadryl. It made for a very slow, strained testing experience. Probably through sheer dumb luck, I did better on that test than on the last one.
I vaguely remember a dream from last night, so I must have slept for a little while, but I spent most of that night awake too.
Right now, I'm not tired at all. I'm not exactly mentally functional though, and the thought of being creative is overwhelming.
You want to know what the best part of medical school is? The night after a big test, when half the people in our class go out to a restaurant, and we're having entirely dead serious conversations about male genital anatomy in public.
Dorsal nerve of the clitoris.
(Hopefully, I will regain my creative stride sometime this weekend. Mostly, I'm just posting this as my way of telling the world I'm not dead.)