Jaded.

I am jaded. Thoroughly spent. I want to lay flat on my bed on a rainy afternoon with a steaming cup of earl grey and a good book. Ah. Unadulterated pleasure in life. Its so hard to come by. I think its the same for all of us. We're always so busy. Constantly occupied. Going back to work tomorrow. Ambivalent about it. I feel... melancholic? That feeling you get when you've just heard a song you used to love a long time ago. Or the taste of something you have not had in a while. I'm thinking too much. Maybe its just the melatonin talking. I'm so tired. Exhausted mentally and spiritually as well. I need a good good rest. Two more weeks.

ZzzzZZZzz...