I’m tired of being tired of being tired.

There’s always something. It’s my allergies. It’s a work emergency at 2am. It’s a disturbance outside. It’s the weather. It’s the temperature. It’s my brain being all fired up and unable to settle.

Usually it’s more than one of the above, and sometimes it’s something entirely different. But I. Am. Tired.

And I’m going to bed now. Maybe I’ll even sleep through the night this time.