Why am I SO TIRED?
I honestly have no idea why today, of all days, I would be zonked.
I didn’t go to bed THAT late (before midnight!) and I only spent 15 minutes on the phone (at 1 am) trying to keep Eric awake to catch his flight home from Orlando at 6-something EST.
That’s NOTHING for me. I’m TOUGH. I’m FIERCE.
I’m TRYING REALLY HARD NOT TO FALL ASLEEP.
Oh, the fog.
Every time I try and maintain a rational thought, it turns into lkdj;lskj;lakjsf.
The caffeine isn’t even helping.
I really hate being tired… even more so than I hate being sick. When you’re sick, you just take something, and then you get better. Or you go to a doctor (yeah, right.)
But when you’re tired, there are only two options: you can either overdose on coffee or go back to bed. And when the coffee doesn’t work and there is no bed in sight?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Not even a brisk walk around the block helped. Or 8 am M&Ms.
I just keep thinking about really good sheets and really comfy beds and really soft duvets and rooms I wish I was sleeping in.
Help me. Please.