On hold

Friday marked the end of a truly exhausting and at times horrible week but I was so tired yesterday that I couldn’t realize rest was ahead much less enjoy the thought. I need to sleep…and sleep…and then to sleep some more. I keep telling myself it’s only a job and that would’ve worked if it wasn’t for the paycheck. Rumour has it that the best things in life are free-I don’t know, I still have to pay for my dreams. There are messages, comments, letters, calls I have to return but I have no vital energy left; sorry-too tired. I feel like a zombie. Just let me sleep, please.