I sense the oncoming chaos. The fear, the heartache… the heartburn.
I’m tired… I hate saying that. I really do, but oh my goodness. I want to sleep forever and never have to leave dreamland and wake up again.
It’s pretty bad tonight, and I’m upset about that because I still have like 5 tasks to do along with my daily/nightly reading.
Even though it is draining… I keep doing it. As much as I can. Having a cleaner home truly helps improve my mental health.
To be fair though? Between the cleaning or the sleeping? I would prefer the sleeping.
Mmmm…. Sleep. I’ve been sleepy since 12PM this afternoon. I had to wait though because I had a memorial service to attend.
It’s… very hard to lose a friend. I have no clue how many services I’ve attended in the past two years. I just know it’s far too many of them.
Then I got home, wanted to nap, but forced myself to get moving.
I think I’m going to rearrange my schedule for tomorrow, because I have some paperwork to take care of.
I also plan on having an extended nap too.
Man…
Adulting is hard.
~J. Lyst
On the good side, having two days per week for laundry means that I always have clean underwear. It used to be so bad before I got into this routine…
Hey, Miss J! 
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