I write a lot. It’s not very good, but it’s just another way that my crazy brain chooses to express itself. I express myself through art first and foremost, but writing weird things in my journal is definitely second. I’m sorry my handwriting isn’t the most legible, but here’s a sampling:
… and do some simultaneous movement of curling and coiling up your body, closing your droopy eyelids, breathing lightly. You begin to unravel into a momentary dream that only comes after a satisfying day.
Bad tired is when you don’t know where the time went, but all you can think about is how you worked so hard for these few and fleeting, precious moments. Rest and relaxation are quickly slipping away under the cloak of exhaustion. No time to gather, remember, process. Just enough time to sleep.
How was your Monday night? A good tired? Or that bad tired?