Sometimes I am just tired.

I'm tired this week. I didn't realize how tired until I finished my shift Sunday, got home, decided to rest briefly, and woke up hours later. Then I prepared for sleep properly, and got a full night of it.

Then I was still tired last night. I slept very deeply, and dreamt vividly. I wish the dreams had been happier, i.e. LESS DISTURBING (no, I won't describe them), but my dreams last night were kind of fascinatingly cinematic, as if I were dreaming of a movie and of being in that movie simultaneously.

Because sometimes I am just tired, I'm having another early tonight. Intentionally early.

There's more to life than being tired.