I should have gone to bed an hour and a half ago, but I just can’t bring myself to take the necessary steps to get up the stairs and into bed. It’s not that I don’t want to sleep, it’s more that I don’t want tomorrow to come too quickly.
Think of it as the opposite of Christmas morning.
There are moments when playing nice at work is more work than the work. Times when I feel as though I’m more beaten down and defeated than doing anything worth while. I want a break, but I don’t know what from.
Off to bed then. Off to bed.