At the office, trying to stay busy and sane, failing at both. Trudging in was a slow blur. Have to concentrate to stay on any task, and it's still not enough. I probably won't stay long (we're closed, but I have things to do— if I'm not able to do them, I might as well be home).
The words aren't mine, but they're mine.
So tired, but afraid to sleep. I don't know where I'll go.