It's 3:30 in the morning, and I'm awake. I'm having a startling hard time going back to sleep. I think I am more awake now than I will be if I fall asleep and get the other 3 hours of sleep waiting for me. I feel like my body is creaking inside. I'm thinking about things. I'm thinking about When Harry Met Sally. I'm thinking about things to say. I'm thinking about when to come home. I'm thinking about the imminent death of my computer and the urgent need to back everything up before I lose it all for good this time. I even had a fleeting thought about my sister and our childhood, but now that it's gone I can't remember what it was.

It's 10:36 back home, and I'm thinking about how I would rather be there than here.