OMFG I’m so effing tired.
It’s like two-thirty in the a.m. and I just can’t get to sleep. I’m tired as hell, my body wants to be asleep…
Lately, waking up has been a chore. Sebastian comes in and plays on my bed, climbing all over my sleeping carcass, and I just can’t make myself get out. I feel weak in the hands and feet when I do eventually roll out from between the sheets. For some reason I’m just feeling exhausted. It’s almost like seasonal affective disorder except it’s the WRONG SEASON. Usually this type of “seasonal” depression hits me in the late winter months when I’m sick of everything being dead and bare and I long for the warmth and life of summer. Like, the way things are now.
What’s going on? People around me are burdened like never before with anxiety and stress and emotional turmoil. I feel this odd need for something, perhaps a spiritual pick-up is in order. I just can’t place this damn meloncholy. ARG.
Maybe I’m just selfish. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a job right now and I feel useless on top of being broke. Maybe I’m just preparing for this school year when I’ll be completely inundated with things to do and have not nearly enough time to do them. Whatever it is, I’m going to invest in some sleeping aids.