I'm so tired. So very, very tired.
Even as I sit here writing this I find my eyelids drooping, and my limbs growing weary with exhaustion. I long for the comfort of my bed and the sweet release of my subconscious taking over. I have once again done nothing today.
I woke up, ate a small breakfast, cleaned teeth and skin, watched the Little Mermaid and Lion King, ate a fulfilling lunch, scrolled though the Internet for a few hours, vacuumed my room (which is still technically my father's office), organised the rail upon which my clothes now hang (it's ordered by clothing item and then colour), prepared a two course dinner, ate said dinner, watched mindless TV and then sat down to my laptop again to type this. It's only 9pm.
I find myself a lot less energised now a days. As though I'm constantly in a numb state. It could be the medication I'm on (a mixture of Zoloft and Fluoxetine), or it could be the fact that I am so constantly bored day in, day out. I really have no excuse for posting more. It's not that I don't have the time, it's just that I don't have enough interesting subject matter to share. Unless you want to hear the changes in my bowel movements, or my opinions on the latest Tyra episode.
I think I'll go to sleep now. I can't keep my eyes open for another minute.