I went back to sleep at 7:30 p.m. and didn't get back up for four hours. Now my schedule is all jacked up. Hopefully I'll be able to go back to sleep by dawn. This is what I mean by the cheese of Time. I live in a little world isolated from everything, even from darkness and light, so that time does not exist for me at all. I feel like I'm waiting out a prison sentence, waiting for the day when Time will have meaning for me once again, when days will be broken up again into Day and Night, Weekend and Weekday.