Okay, sometimes life really really sucks.
I spend every day, well night, of the week at work wishing for nothing more than to be at home, curled up with a good book or a good show on tv. Then I get to my off days and what happens? I sit around bored out of my skull and so tired I feel like I'm going to drop.
Worked 10 hours last night, came home so exhausted I could die, and only managed to sleep 4 hours.
Sometimes you just want to climb on the roof and scream your head off before jumping down to the bottom of a bottomless ravine.
Now I'm trying to read one of my favorite stories which I'm having to reread from the beginning because I got lost on which chapter I was on, but I can't seem to work up the motivation to keep sitting here.
Okay, i'm gonna get off here and figure something out.