I wish I wasn’t so tired all the time. It’s killing my…life. I clean something, and immediately need to rest. Everything has to be done piecemeal. Even showering is a big chore nowadays.
I HATE IT.
It’s Saturday, and thank goodness. I don’t know why it even matters, but it does; something about not feeling like I’m dropping the ball. There’s really nothing expected of me.
We have friends coming over in a few hours. I need to tidy up a bit more, grocery shop, and shower. All I want to do is read and sleep.
I hate being this person, this lame, tired, boring, grumpy person.