Not by choice, of course. I rolled around in bed for an hour or so, and decided that I should do something productive if I was awake anyway. After some shopping in the refreshing morning weather (thank god for the 24 hour grocery store just five minutes away), I made breakfast and fell back asleep for another hour.

I’m awake now, but I’m still drowsy as fuck.

I’ve been trying to get an entry written since wednesday and a pack of ground beef browned since monday, but the week has been one exhausting day after another. I worked a 13-hour day on tuesday, and it feels like I haven’t recovered yet. It seems like every week I’m waiting for another weekend so I can recuperate and get my life together.