Hard To Tell

This week has been remarkably tame, and yet I’m coming home feeling utterly spent. No idea why.

I seem to be able to fight past it if I sit down in front of my computer for an hour, and keep busy. Usually a second wind comes along.

But today’s been weird. Justin mentioned going to see Kill Bill, which I’ve wanted to see badly now. But I declined, and wanted to postpone until next week. Now that I’m home and have my list of things to do… all I seem to care about is sleep.

Is it my schedule the past few weeks that’s causing this? Residue from the break-in? Am I going through withdrawal from not having any television around, and me not being able to numb my brain?

I felt like I was going through the motions today. About five feet removed from everything, and unattached.

It’s about 8:22 PM now. I may head to sleep soon.