Missed going to bed on time again. I really thought I’d make it tonight but then I got distracted and didn’t do a fourth post when I expected. I thought I was going to do it about eight minutes ago, getting into bed just on time. But I’m not. I’m slowly getting ready for bed, thinking about revising the new project and how to do it. What I want to do, what I don’t, how I want to use the methods of the thing I don’t want to do because I think it’ll turn out better. Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not reading enough, of course. I’m never reading enough. But now I really feel it.