I’m out of whack in my sleeping habits again. It’s pretty terrible.
Not terrible like, “I’m failing all my classes” or “my boss is being an irrepressible jerk” or “my wife chopped off my dick,” but it’s kinda up there.
It’s lethargy and apathy rolled into one and while I want to sleep for 21 hours, that’s not an option. (But bullshit because it should be.)
Part of me says I should get a jump start on my project for November and another says I cook 1.5 pounds of bacon in my fridge. Another part of me is speaking in French, which is plain obtuse even for the darker recesses of my mind.
I know eventually I’m going to crash for a few hours, get up, go to work, throw stuff at my office-mate, come home, take a quick nap and then drink wine while I pass out candy to the neighborhood kids and then repeat the cycle for Friday, but I really need to re-evaluate my life decisions.
I’m getting old, damn it. I can’t keep doing this cycle.