Tired

Ugh, getting tired so easily these days… I cannot, for the life of me, tolerate certain things anymore.  Well, of course much the same could be said for anyone, aging… But it’s not a normal part of aging to be so…“out of it” like this.

…Life can be such an upward battle.  Oh, well.

Part of the change is good, though.  Any change has to have a good side, right?  Bear with me. Saying no to desperate nonsense while keeping a sense of humor—that’s good. …Unfortunately, I still say yes to some of my own crap.

The other change?… Well, sometimes I just slam prop myself on the bed, with my head on the pillow, and think of things… conversations of the day… as awkward and brief, and few as mine are… and things that could be said, things that will never be said… pillow talk of a loner… and try to solve a problem, as futile as that is… and…

 

…Zzzzzz…

 

…Zzzzzz…

 

[dreaming; something unreal]

—Uh—er-em, uh… what? …H-hh… …Oh… Uh—yeah. Yeah, s-sometimes…I have these…accidental naps. …If you could call them that. Periods of like, five… ten… twenty hours. But, ya’ know, in…the face of…adversit… Zzzzzz…