I throw myself into the play and have a grand old time. I laugh and giggle and tell silly jokes. I crack myself up and laugh some more (because really I GET my sense of humor like no one else).
I abandon myself to the moment. It's pure joy to play.
Which is why I like to play, and try to play, as much as I possibly can.
Games are fun, talking with people is fun, cracking jokes, being sarcastic...doing things with yarn...it's all fun. Play. Joyful abandon.
And I've been playing hard.
And I'm really unbelievably tired.
And yet, I have a gorgeous shawl on the needles that I've neglected for "getting out there" play...and tonight that's what I want to do (because my "getting out there" friend is out of town for the weekend). Sleep...it's not play. Sleep interferes with play. One cannot play and sleep at the same time.
So my brain says, "it's no bother, you can sleep in a couple of days. Today you must play."
It's really bad, this urge to play, to abandon myself to the moment. To feel all the joy. I want it all and I want it all right now.
Sleep will definitely come later.