All I’ve wanted to do the past few days is sleep.

And sleep.

And sleep.

No matter how long I’ve slept, I’m still tired.

I go back to work tomorrow. Though I’ll be happy to be making money again, I can’t say I’m looking forward to going back.

Nothing seems to satisfy me as of late. I don’t know why.

So, I’ll continue to stay in my bed and sleep.

And sleep.

And sleep.