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.