This isn't right ... I should be bouncing off the walls with the sheer exuberance of youth; I should be so high on life and/or sugar that the very mention of sleep would make me double over in scornful delight; I should be ready to pull an all-nighter just to watch the sun rise over the coastal sands.
But I'm not.
I'm tired.
And, as soon as I write in my journal, I'm going to bed.
God save my aging body.
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That's the other thing that real world does to you...sorry. I forgot to warn you about that one.
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