Three days later
I could hear distant muttering coming coming from beyond the door. The screen before me was starting to become annoying headache rather than a tool used for work. I lost count of how many times I’ve glared at it. At some point, I wanted to believe I had partied the whole night last night. Why was I so very tired and exhausted today? I let out a yawn and then force myself to be awake by a shake of my head. I don’t have time to even think about sleep. I have a long day today and I expect myself to be up and fully awake.
I pout my lips and almost let out a whine. Almost. I’m just so very tired and it’s ridiculous. I drag the cursor to the next file and begin encoding a bunch of stuff, grabbing a note pad right after. I begin to post down the things I had to do today and on
