I resist going to bed.
There might be something more exciting going on. Somewhere.
Someone interesting to meet.
Can't shut it off.
Can't face the darkness.
And the rhythmic snoring of he.
The eternal sadness that rises.
Where do all the positive people get it? Probably from the storehouse I was supposed to visit and didn't get to because of all the other important things I needed to do that were supposed to make me feel needed but didn't.
I'll be fine. Just as soon as I meet my impossible deadline.