Who’s Tired?

Who’s Tired? Waking up at five in the morning and diving into a vat of coffee is the only way I’m functional. Weary and weak, facing the span ahead to the next weekend, one has to wonder how it is we can cross this chasm. Not suitable to start the trek already exhausted. Things to do and sleep is a siren beckoning my goals into the craggy narrows.

Zevon said he’ll sleep when he’s dead. I feel that. I’d trade my hurt when it pee days for missing out on some zzz’s if it gets me to being a published author. Wouldn’t you? Gotta keep grinding, and sleep is just getting in the way.

Who else is tired? What do you do to keep the energy up?