I’m trying.
No TV. No radio. Only tweeted five times within the last hour.
I’m trying.
I’ve been lying in the dark for over three hours now, trying to fall asleep relatively early so I can wake up at a decent time in the morning without feeling like I was trampled by a herd of giraffes.
I’m trying.
I started counting sheep at one point but they quickly became exasperated at the thought of being labeled with numbers, as though it was depreciating their value. I tried reasoning with the sheep but they simply refused to be counted. Only in my mind are suppositional sheep as stubborn as I am.
I’m trying.
Hypomania.