five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, May 22, 2001
The air is thick with irritants. It feels like there's an out of control faucet on inside my head and I'm sneezing like crazy. The combination of meds I've taken is making me feel a bit weird, and what I really want to do is go home and go to sleep, but there is so little time left to this week and so much more I need to do that I really can't in good conscience sleep, even though I'd probably more efficiently work better rested. Knowing me, though, I'd spend my 'nap' worrying about what I had to do, effectively ruining my sleep and wasting time.
Looking forward to the weekend. It may be spent outside sleeping on the cold ground, but I will be with friends and away from this modern life and all its trappings. I never thought I would be happy about that.
is
this just not enough…?
