I hate it when I’m feeling fine and out of nowhere I get hit with a wave of tiredness. I’ve been so tired for the past week and all I’ve had time to do is work and sleep. I got to go out on Saturday, I really had a blast. For once I didn’t get too obliterated… which is surprising for me with the way I drink. Last night I finished up the bulk of what was keeping me at work for so long, and to celebrate I came home and pounded 6 beers, made a really shitty dinner, and passed the hell out!