Running on empty would be putting it gently.

I catch myself staring off in the middle distance far too often. Wrapped in the soothig melody of some lovesick shoegaze anthem. As reverb crooners drone on I lose yourself in the refrain. My guard dissolves for who knows how long and feel …

Horribly awkward by the time I catch myself drooling.

Then it’s back to the grindstone and the never ending cycle of exhaustion.

Ugh.

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