See those bags under my eyes? Yeah.
I woke up at 10:30, which is about four hours past when I usually wake up.
It’s a good thing I guess since I was awake until two or three, but I still don’t feel rested.
I had crazy dreams all night long.
Dreams about my family, dreams about being in the hospital, just dreams. They didn’t stop.
My bedroom is a toasty 75° now (24°C), and it’s hard to sleep when it’s that warm.
I should just go get a cup of coffee and see if that makes it better. It just doesn’t sound good.
I hate depression. It’s so hard to do anything.