Journal - 2 a bloody m
Easing back off sleeping potions is always such a bloody delightful thing. Mild sleep regulation issues are basically expected.
What I expected to keep me awake or wake me up: nightmares or worry about them
What actually has me awake at two in the bloody morning: art.
And not the fun kind where I'm in a groove and want to finish something before crashing out on the sofa. Oh no. The kind where I've just about fallen sleep only to shoot upright again because I can't remember if the two masking methods I think I'm going to need to use for my new piece actually interact with each other okay.
And that spiralled into working out spell layering orders. Which lead to internal debates about canvas preparation difficulties because of multiple individual scenes and trying to remember properties of potions ingredients I don't use very often. Or rather which ingredients have the properties I need and don't interact badly with the others I have to use.
Circe only knows if my notes will make sense in the morning.
Taking a half dose of potion so my mind will shut the fuck up and actually sleep. It has all damn day to think about this crap. It doesn't need to smack me around in the middle of the night with it.
And you all thought I just slapped paint on a canvas.