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.