A diary of Jon's life

Pretty much don’t remember much about the twenty sixth. I know I didn’t sleep well that night. I didn’t sleep well at all. I had ideas to write down but by the time the first line was there, my brain was wandering somewhere else. I don’t work well on poor sleep, so if I’m going to be out late, I need to stay in late, too. I think I actually got up around midday. My thoughts are still disjointed, writing on Saturday because I followed up the poor sleep with another late one, but it’s January and when people come around, you have to make time, y’know?