Hate when you’re sick but you don’t look it. Just tired.
Hate the word “just”.
Mondays are a bit rough. The teaching until 10pm followed by the 8am class is also a bit of a stretch. Energy level was low. Still is. I can do this.
Elaine, “Go to bed. I’ll take care of this.”
No argument. Even though I passed the driving hurdle, glad she is here. She drove. I know when not to operate heavy machinery.
No sketch. No time. Tomorrow. I promise.
Took the sleeping pill tonight. It’s starting to hit. Looking forward to the crash.