It’s been two days…
For whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous insomnia, or to take arms against a sleepless night. To smoke, to sleep. And by sleep we say to end the chronic fatigue and the thousand waking minutes that burning eyes are heir to, tis a consummation devoutly wished. To smoke, to sleep
I’m pretty impressed I got that far before forgetting what comes next.
I think I’m being reasonable.