So I didn't put it back on, instead getting a death grip on it while I finished my dream. (It was a very good dream, dealing with a blend of fantasy, dystopia, and the bridge of worlds, giving many metaphors about crossing the gaps and change, one long, continuous, yet surprisingly coherent epic dream, but try as I might, words to explain it escape me.)
That lasted until my timer (read: makeshift alarm clock I've been using) went off, waking me up at the time I had originally planned to wake up at. (Still early-ish, by my standards, but not by much.) I put the ring on, but I'm still concerned about it. I can still feel it just as clearly, it's just that the hold, the grip, it has on me feels weaker, and there's less of a phantom feeling when it's gone.
In vaguely-related news, I did get up decently early: at least an hour earlier than necessary. Why? Because I have this strategy...and I think it's actually going to work! (Motivation pending.) I knocked out all my mafia obligations for the day, freeing me up for CF things later in the evening, but also?
With luck, you'll see this blog at around five (or even earlier), at which point, I'll have about an hour free; no food (well, actually, I think I can eat any time I need to, but I only need to eat once), no CF (too short a time), no games (wrong computer). In other words? Nothing to do but WRITE! (Or draw; not ideal, but win-win either way in my mind.)
So wish me luck. I might need it still!