I have this curse that makes me get ridiculously tired. More often than not, I end up passing out through no will of my own. I've managed to avoid it for a bit this winter break--where I've been staying up until 4 or 5 am sometimes. Alas, good things apparently can't last. Yup. I passed out. While talking to Jessica no less. She's sadly used to it by now, but I still hate myself when it happens.
My personal goal is to find some sort of caffeine, I don't care what, to get myself nice and hyped up so I can't do it again. Anything but an energy drink--I'd rather not be a hyped up hypocrite after how many times I've scolded my parents about energy drinks.
I also have another curse, besides the first one I've talked about (accepting critiques), about being too paranoid. I need to learn to take a few risks here and there. Maybe then I won't be so predictable.
On a lighter note, I've managed a feat! I've written 18 days in a row (except one day with a single word) for the first time in my life. I'm kind of proud of that. I'm hoping to get an early start on my word count today, but we'll see at the end of the night.
I'm hoping today will be better than yesterday. :)