There’s something terribly wrong.
Here’s the thing, I love to sleep.
It probably takes a raging fire to pry me away from sleep. My brain loves nothing more than a little shut eye. I used to dedicated my entire weekends to sleep. You just don’t have to worry about anything when you’re asleep. Well I don’t anyway, since I don’t dream much. But recently my sporadic insomnia has returned and I can’t figure out why. I’m actually absolutely exhausted. I have yet to recover from the very crammy nights of the semester and I am thoroughly underprepared (emotionally) to return to work. Not to mention, I let out an automatic sigh whenever I think about the to-do list for Rocketboxx. And here I am, listening to Ed Sheeran at 1AM…
Perhaps I will read myself to sleep. Which is actually a terrible idea since I’ve been told my eyesight has gotten worse.
Whatever. Come here, Perks.