I am becoming a boring person.
Every hour I have the need to turn to my pillows.
I hate this draggy interim.
My head is slowly dying.
I get my nap.
And tell myself when i get up, everything becomes alright again.
But boo no. That doesn’t happen.
So my life cycle for the week becomes:
Sleep. Interim. Sleep. Interim. Sleep.
But interim is still not done.
Even the eating process is killing me.
I don’t ever compromise with food.
What is wrong with me.
DOCTOR SHERILYN, ENOUGH AHHH.