I hate that I resist sleep even when I need it badly.
I need to start writing more. Perhaps that would fatigue my brain. Because my body is done in. After standing/dancing for four hours last night at the Ratatat concert, working (and sweating) all day, I went for a run and then a swim.
Hopefully someday I'll be able to see my abs again. It's a goal of sorts. As of now, they're under a couple of inches of insulation.