It’s 12:37, and I’m sat at my work desk, falling asleep. I put my mouse down, and pick up my phone, and start to type. Forming these first few sentences is a struggle, and I notice it’s no longer 12:37, the display in the bottom right of my monitor now shows 12:39.
Those two minutes went quick.
I look up and notice an email has come in. I don’t remember hearing the noise to tell me of that. I have music playing from my phone, and I’m concentrating on typing this, maybe that’s why.
Another email, I heard it this time.
My eyes feel heavy. I’m tired, physically and mentally. These last few weeks have been hard, jumping from one bad night to another. I’m well aware that I’m not the first person to struggle with their sleep, and I certainly won’t be the last. It’s just hard, you know? I’m so unstable and irritable at the moment. I imagine it must be hard to live with.
12:42. I should get back to work. A third email is waiting for me now.
I swig on my third and last coffee of the day, yawn, and dive back in.