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I slept remarkably well last night, considering I had to get up at 12am to write that blog entry about bricks. I couldn’t sleep with it on my mind, although I did try. Eventually I had to get up and write it. The words had been forming in my mind for some time before I’d got up so by the time Windows had booted up and I’d logged into my blog, I pretty much knew what I wanted to say.  With it said, I turned the computer off, went to bed, and fell asleep rather quickly.

I wish I had the luxury of being able to do that whenever something was on my mind. There is a cacophony of thoughts on my mind that occasionally prevent me from sleeping, and I worry about sharing them. I worry about my mind, for example. I sometimes worry if there’s something wrong up there, if wires are crossed and connections are shorted out, and there’s credible evidence to support it. I suppose one day I’ll bite the bullet and actually get myself evaluated. One interesting side-effect of this worry is that it has lead to an interest in neurological disorders. I want to know more about them, not so I can refer to it when I later become a paranoid, obsessive hypochondriac - that’s what Wikipedia is for - but simply because it fascinates me. A man with a fascination for timepieces does not call himself a watch maker.

I also worry about other things which I rarely discuss with others, if at all. I’ll leave it there, I think.