I should be asleep. My flight leaves tomorrow at 7:20am, and I have the first of potentially three big days of apartment hunting tomorrow, with a stop at the Harvard Housing Office followed by appointments with brokers at 4 and 6:30. Everything would be easier--esp. my decision-making faculties being less cloudy and cranky--if I got a good night's sleep tonight. Instead, I'm awake at 3am dialing into the University computer from my laptop so I can type a freaking inane and diaristic blog post. This is a regular thing, me having trouble sleeping the night before I have to travel somewhere. Or, more generally, an inverse relationship between the seeming importance of getting a good night's sleep and the amount of sleep I actually get.
I do have some promising appointments scheduled and am resolute, so I'm optimistic that I will find some kind of appropriate housing. Frankly, one of the best things about having a bit of disposable income (and, since my salary is a matter of public record, you can see what I mean by bit) is that one is allowed the comfort of confronting certain problems with the knowledge that, if worse comes to worst, one can just throw money at it and get a workable solution.