I have to be at work in less than five hours.
I would say it's obvious that I have horrible insomnia, but for one thing: I bet I could fall asleep at my desk in ten seconds flat.
Just can't seem to sleep when I'm at home, however.
I wonder. . . could it have anything to do with how I actually can, you know, enjoy myself when I'm not at work? And thus I resist whatever urge I have to surrender to slumber's sweet, sweet embrace, constantly struggling to hold onto the precious few minutes of freedom remaining in my "day"?
This work thing really does kinda blow chunks, doesn't it?
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