I must confess, I'm doing a freewrite in large part because I want to blow some steam, get some stuff off my chest, unload, bleh words on the page and try to let them take some of the feelings of being overwhelmed with them. What does it mean to be overwhelmed? It's having a lot, feeling a lot, and like it's too much, too much to handle. So if some of the weight of it goes with these words as they come onto the page, the feeling with hopefully abate. It's already abated some, even prior to now, what with just actually doing a couple things that I needed to do. It was just a busy day, you know? I don't have a regular 9-5, which kind of leaves me feeling like there's always something I should be doing, even at "off" hours. I need to get better at creating a schedule for myself and sticking to it. It's the sticking to it part that is tricky, so tricky that sometimes I think it's what stops me from creating the schedule in the first place. I give up before I try. I know, it's a failure. A failing. Whatever. Glass bottle, eh? I was thinking of having a bit o' wine, and it's in a glass bottle. But I may have a beer instead, since poor Brendan is having pain when he eats or drinks cold things, so I'll leave the room temp wine to him. Lochlan went to bed at 6pm tonight and I hope it doesn't mean a 4am wake time. I just about cried this morning after going to him at 3:45am and failing to get him to go back to sleep. Brendan came to the rescue, thankfully.