I am worn down, so much so that this morning’s excitement feels far from my mind. I don’t find myself entirely capable of converting it into language. I will try, I will struggle as there is good news o report, but working later and eating things that I would rather not have eaten, I feel horrific. I feel near blind with the pressure in my head. I ache for a deep, healing sleep. Hours upon hours heaped over my head. Lavished with it. I yearn to be lavished with sleep.
This is perhaps my debt.
I will pay off the 400 other words I owe in the morning. I just am putty.