And now, at the end of this very long day, I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep. Or a mediocre night's sleep. Heck, I'll even be satisfied with a fitful night's sleep, as long as I get to stay in bed past 4 a.m. tomorrow.
I don't want to think about going back to the medical office next week. I don't want to think about all the work that's going to be stacked up. I'm already a little overwhelmed as it is. I don't need to get myself all wound up right before I head off to dreamland. I've been having enough trouble getting to sleep these last few nights.
Saint Marty doesn't want to think about anything right now. Except maybe Cheetos. And pizza.
These could keep me awake |
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