It’s Friday night and I haven’t had pants on since I walked through the door after work. The cat is grumpy, my dvr is full, and I have a Twilight hangover.
I’m mentally and physically exhausted. There’s no real cause for the mental exhaustion. But it’s here nonetheless.
Which means that the harder I try and focus the longer I sit here staring into space.
This being human stuff is hard, yo.