Sunday 5:55

So I'm sitting here on a Sunday afternoon, hanging around in my blue flannel pj bottoms and a Cure shirt that is half as old as me, chain smoking menthols and drinking Oolong. I'm absentmindedly playing with my dreads and debating about whether or not to take a nap. Been lacking energy lately, but it comes with the territory. I keep trucking along when I can, and when I can't, I have to make do. Plus, dealing with people wears me out. I had to respond to another one of my father's shitty emails, my mother always has some sort of drama... they haven't a clue. I'm feeling a bit antsy because I know I should get some work done, but I know I don't really have the strength to get anything accomplished.

Alright, it's settled. Nap time it is.