Like yesterday, I’ve mysteriously woken up tired at 9:30, unable to creep back into sleep. I don’t know what the shape of this is, but it’s getting irritating. I wake up as if I haven’t dreamed, and yet I remember them. This morning was fleeing from the undead and having to deal with idiots. On waking, I couldn’t rid myself the thought of blood and x-rays, so I had to get up and dig them out. They’ve been put aside as I’ve been settling in, but perhaps it’s time to begin creating something. I don’t know how, and I have no materials, but I feel I must try. Anything.