There are too many things on my bed, and I want to go to sleep.
I’m too tired to move them.
How absolutely stressed I feel about my upcoming production this weekend, how hungry I am versus how much I feel I need to exercise, stressed over this other performance I have for a class tomorrow, stressed over having to work after rehearsal tomorrow after having not worked for a week thanks to break AND having to drive home (45 minutes) at 1 AM and get up before 7:45 when I have my appointment to see when they’ll be ripping my teeth from my mouth.
In other words, I just want tomorrow to be over. FAST.
Sorry for the mild rant. :( Been holding that in for a while, and now the dumbasses who live in the house across the street are partying, playing music and shouting.