From the desk of bed

I’m writing this from my phone because I have nothing else left to give. I already haven’t been sleeping well and then Pepper decided to turn last night into her own personal midnight bark party. Not to be left out, the cat also made a ton of unnecessary noise, and I am a wreck because of it.

Actually, there are a lot of different factors contributing to my wreckage. But I’m sitting in bed right now waiting for Ben to join me so we can go to sleep and I’m just praying that I get my seven hours. It’s come to the point where there’s no longer any productive reason to be conscious. Regardless of the work yet to do.