And once I get to that point in the day, I’m just done.
No matter what else I try to accomplish, I’m basically useless.
I feel like as the years go by I have less and less tolerance.
I find myself crossing more and more things off my to do list either because those things suddenly seem pointless, or because I don’t have the energy to do them. Sometimes both.
I mean why make the bed? Who came up with that idea anyway?
And at what point in my life did I decide it was necessary to fold socks? Isn’t it enough that I washed them? Enough with this nonsense.
So I’m crossing the pointless things off.
I’m tired and I don’t know why, but I’ve decided to just go with it and give myself a break.
Some things have to be done, like doing my job so I can pay my bills. Other things I want to accomplish, like making it through my last year of college.
Aside from the basics, I’m pretty much in hibernation mode right now.
It’s funny though that no matter how exhausted I am, I still can’t seem to force myself to fall asleep at a decent hour.