Sleep Has Left the Chat.

I have slept a grand total of nine hours this week, which at this point feels less like a sleep schedule and more like a cryptid sighting. I don’t know whether I’m coming, going, teleporting, or just vibrating in place like a stressed-out hummingbird.

Every night I try to sleep. I do the whole routine — lights off, blanket up, deep breath, “maybe tonight will be different.” And my brain just goes:

“Nope. Absolutely not. We have things to overthink.”

So here I am again, sitting at my desk at an hour that should be illegal, eyes blurry, hair doing interpretive dance, building tier packages for The Jungle to Light Trilogy and Coming Out of the Dark Side of Love like some kind of overworked publishing raccoon who found a laptop.

I’m clicking buttons, uploading files, naming SKUs, designing bookmarks, writing thank‑you cards, and trying to remember what day it is. Meanwhile my body is running on caffeine, stubbornness, and the faint hope that one day I might actually sleep again.

And because my sleep schedule has left the chat entirely, I’m also getting ready to make today’s daily freebies, because apparently my brain decided:

“If we’re awake, we’re working. No breaks. No mercy.”

At this point I’m convinced that if I keep going long enough, I’ll just dramatically pass out like a Victorian woman who saw a man’s wrist — which honestly feels like the most realistic outcome.

But hey — the tier packages are happening. The freebies are happening. The books are happening. Sleep is… somewhere. Not here. But somewhere.

Anyway, if you need me, I’ll be at my desk, typing like a gremlin, fueled by chaos and ambition, finishing everything for The Jungle to Light Trilogy and CODSL while pretending I’m a functional adult.

Work continues. Sleep does not. Send snacks.