So, I’m tired! I didn’t

plan my booster well.
my arm hurts like hell!
I’m only on hour

twelve, I, apparently, like to
sabotage myself on a daily basis.

too much to do. Yeah, I’ve got the

time, but I don’t use it very well.
I read. I eat. I sleep. I drink coffee.

but I don’t read. I don’t eat. I don’t sleep.
I always have coffee. That’s how my

life goes. I want to read. I want to eat.
I want to sleep. I always have coffee.
for reasons unknown, I often fail at my attempts to make my routine stick.
but I always have coffee. I always feel tired.
When I should be reading,

I get distracted and don’t.
when my tummy growls,

I should eat, but I don’t.
when my eyelids get heavy,

I should sleep, but I don’t.
when I want coffee, I get it.
but yet, I’m always tired.
I go walking when I should be writing.
not little walks, hours long.
cursing and yelling that

I really need to stop and focus!
then I stop and get coffee.
I go home after my walk. Lie

down in my bed, because I feel

tired. But I don’t sleep. I toss and turn.
seven a.m. rolls around. I’m still wide

awake. Then I see ten a.m., and I’m still awake. So I get up and go get coffee.
but I feel so tired.
finally, it’s four in the evening, and I fall asleep.
I wake up at one a.m., and can’t go

back to sleep. I head to the library.
but I’M STILL TIRED!