42 hour work weeks?!….
I lay till there is no ground beneath me.
In the only position I know comfortable.
The 5 hours I get to enjoy myself, by myself are probably what have me up. I have more energy than a student the night of prom…. After prom. But yet I tell myself “get your rest. Just close your eyes and get your rest” I live my life by night being sucked by the “retna display ” that looks at me more than I look at it. Sometime I feel as if this was the plan of these devices. To feed you & feed & feed you until your begging for it. Then it steers you into shit. Can’t help it… Really I can’t… And I’m sure you’d be lying if you said you could……
