Can’t seem to wake up the past couple of days, no matter how much caffeine I drink. Falling asleep early enough, 7-8 hrs of sleep, but my eyes feel like they are full of sand, dunes cut below by a wind that would be a relief, if it continued to blow. But the whole thing is desert stillness now, sun beating down and driving everything underground, inside. My head is a broken cement mixer. This is a familiar feeling, although I don’t know where it comes from. I’ve been thinking about things too much lately, about you. I’ve taken cautious steps forward, and then I’ve drug myself back. I’m just tired, is all. Just tired. I’ll rest, now.