Ya know it doesn’t seem to matter how much or how little I sleep. I can have a lousy night and still feel just average the next day; I can sleep seemingly plenty and still feel like crap. And in a similar vein, Saturday night I eschewed burgers and fries and ice cream when we went out to eat, yet I still had a lousy night. I feel so exhausted today, and I didn’t even buy into that DST bullshit (I’m protesting and shifting my life an hour later, which is to say, NOT shifting my life). I really can’t remember the last time I felt physically “fine”, in fact. So just f*ck it. Do what you want, body. You’re gonna do what you want anyway.
From the Dept. of F*ck It
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My life's journey has taken me from the streets of New York, up the Hudson Valley, to a little goat farm under Vermont's highest mountain. View all posts by christinestaffa