Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Three

Yesterday (Saturday) I thought I'd be asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, but there was a hitch. The hamster in my brain took over and spent about three hours running in his little wheel before I finally passed out, probably from exhaustion. Nothing has been right since. I think I finally broke myself. Concentration is nearly impossible, and I think I've been up and down, in and out of bed, for most of the last fifteen hours, and nothing is done. I didn't even fix dinner last night. I don't even want to think about doing it today. I don't even want to think about today. Or tomorrow. Or whenever. So much stuff has flown through my brain and I can't compose any of it into anything resembling sense. I'll just put this here and see if I can sleep again.

( Sunday Verse )