This post is not going to change the world. It’s just me being sleepy.
I have had a seriously shit night’s sleep each of the last two nights. It is about quarter past eight in the evening and I am running out of gas.
My back is sore, my legs are killing me, I’ve had leg cramps the last couple of nights and they have been pretty awful. My stomach has been a jerk all day. At first it was one of those post-stomach surgery random occurances. Later it was because I ate my lunch too fast and messed up my already screwy stomach even more. Yippee.
Work was nuts today. I have to go into the office tomorrow. How is it not Friday yet? I am going to a wake after work tomorrow too. Everything is just crazy.
Donald trump is a fascist and a pedophile and a rapist and a fucking scumbag. News broke today saying the FBI foiled a plot to attack Sunday nights white trash circus event on the white house lawn. I don’t believe it for a second. Just like I don’t believe either of the two assassination attempts were really. I hate that this orange taco nazi raper of children has made me so damn cynical.
I need a nap.
And a vacation.
And a new drummer for my band.
That’s not too much to ask, is it?
Inside the Red Head's Head 
Thank you for sharing this raw and unfiltered slice of life. 💙
What I appreciate most is its honesty. There is no attempt to package exhaustion into inspiration or pretend that everything is okay. It’s simply a human being admitting, “I’m tired,” and sometimes that kind of truth is more powerful than polished optimism. The aching body, the chaotic workday, the frustration with the world, the longing for rest, a vacation, and even a new drummer—it all paints a vivid picture of someone carrying more than they should have to at once.
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