Reached the point where I’m thinking about sleep with an obsession of a teenage boy thinking about sex. A cool pillow, a firm bed with just a hint of softness, eyes closed, and drifting off…

Coffee now only works to give heart palpitations.

I just need a week. A week where I can sleep as much as I want, and not much else – maybe read books, eat and look at the sunsets. And the only screens are the kind that keep mosquitoes out.