Last night I didn't get to bed until 3am because I got some ideas for new things to make and sell. One idea: painted trinket boxes (imagine a beautiful fine-art painting you can keep things in!). Another idea: wall clocks with stuff painted on the face. And finally: a lot of people seem to love this painting I did:
...and I love it too, and plan to paint other impaled insects soon...and last night I think I figured out a way of affixing a jeweled "pin" right to the canvas so the paintings will have a 3D element!
So I was excitedly working out the details of all these projects and I couldn't get my brain to shut off.
Then (after going to bed at 3am, remember) I woke up at 6am to go to the bathroom and as I was peeing my brain whispered, "Psst! We should line the trinket boxes with fabric!" and I was like SHUT UP BRAIN I NEED TO GO BACK TO SLEEP and my brain was like "Oh yeah, totally. So I was thinking maybe fun fur because it doesn't fray." SHUT UP BRAIN SHUT UP NOW. "Hey, how accurate are those clock movements from the hardware store, anyway? D'you think there's a price range? Would a more expensive one keep better time?" OH MY GOD BRAIN SHUT THE FUCK UP.
This internal dialogue went on for another four hours. I wanted to sleep; I was trying to sleep; but it just. Wasn't. Happening.
I'm tired and pissy and kind of stupified right now, but it could be worse - I could also be at work. Because, you know what? This hyped-up artistic insomnia thing isn't a new development for me; it's been happening periodically my entire life, including when I had to go to school or work the next day. At least now I can take an afternoon nap if the opportunity presents itself.