I'm tired.  I haven't slept more than three hours a night since Saturday.  It's Friday.  I'm anxious.  I'm anxious for many reasons, but I'm not handling it well because I'm so tired.  The insomnia has extended into nap time, I can't even nap.

Tonight, we're playing D&D here, Luiz's game. I'm anxious about it.  I worry about personality clashes. I don't have the energy to wrangle everyone's baggage into some line, so that we all get along.  I *barely* have the energy to simply play.  Ian sent a message saying they'd be coming over at FOUR.  Luiz had to shut that down. That's when everyone walks in the door, for fucks sake.  I'm barely ok with 6.  I'm more ok with like 8-9 pm, that's when I feel relaxed and ready to tackle a game.  Ugh.  The house smells. I'm hungry, but too anxious to eat or think of what to eat.