There's nothing quite like going to bed sad and slightly turned on for ruining sleep. And I did try to sleep, I really did, I was asleep, I'm almost positive.
Until I wasn't anymore.
Times like right now are when I actually feel my age. All the achy places that I know 20 years from now will be the problem places where I might need surgery bother me a little more. (I swear my skin looks just a little more wrinkled too right now, but I don't care as much about that.) All the oddities of behavior that are uniquely mine, the little tics that I won't want to control or won't be able to control later are just a little stronger right now. The only reason it bothers me is I can see in my mind's eye what kind of an eccentric old woman I shall be, and it's perilously close to the kind of scary crone that small children avoid and older children dare each other to hurl stones at.
Bah. How ironic is is that in order to have a really satisfying experience with trance I need to feel like I can completely trust someone yet there is such a giant lack of people whom I feel I can completely trust elsewhere in my life? The point where the two lives meet has proven problematic (thank you so much Joss Whedon for introducing that word into my life.) Times like this I can't quite remember why I thought it was such a good idea to throw myself out into the world in the first place.
But I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning.