Kinda like somebody hates these oil cans!

I just don’t think I am going to sleep any more.

Not because I don’t want to.

Not because I don’t need to.

But because my body is just refusing to do it anymore.

Or because my brain refuses to allow my body to do it.

Like how the fuck do I manage to work all day doing strenuous shit and feel absolutely exhausted, but fail to fall asleep when I go to bed?

All is quiet in the house.

Everyone is asleep.

And my brain is like:

“Hey body.”

“What’s up brain?”

“Are you as worn the fuck out as I am?”

“Seriously. Just running on fumes.”

“We should probably rest.”

“Totally.”

“Sucks that we’re so tired though.”

“For real.”

And then they continue having that conversation on repeat for hours.

It’s not even like they’re trying to solve problems or overthink stuff we did or said during the day.

They’re just talking to each other about how tired they are.

Like old men on a bench at the mall.

What the actual fuck?

So that’s it.

I’m done sleeping.

I quit.

Fuck it.

Yesterday was a long day.

On the heels of yet another, as my watch calls it, “poor” night of sleep.

Every once in a while it straight up calls it “bad”.

Which I find kind of gratifying.

Thank you for validating how shitty I feel Mr. Watch.

Anyway.

This week is batshit crazy.

And I’m tired.

And neither of those things is going to change today.

I dedicate this list of errands to Odin.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC