I am tired. I don’t mean sleepy tired, I mean worn out tired. There’s a difference, you know?
I can barely think for all the thoughts jumbled together.
I can hardly accomplish with the knowledge of all the other things I’m not accomplishing hanging over my head.
I have a lot to do – tomorrow, next week, in the weeks to come.
I will do it. It will get done.
Soon, I won’t be tired anymore.