Monday. Again.

I feel so tired today. I'm not ready for this week. I'm not ready to be sitting back in this cubicle. I can't focus at all today. I keep trying to do work and I get distracted with my thoughts. It's just one of those days. One of those days that I'd rather be at home staring at the ceiling wondering about life. I'd rather be doing anything else than sitting at work. Looking out the window and watching the world pass me by.

I feel like I am in a daze. I didn't sleep well at all last night. I kept waking up. I was worried about Nora. I couldn't seem to get comfortable. I even thought about calling in sick to work this morning. My bed was so warm. The sun peeked through the blinds warming the room. I didn't want to get out of bed at all and especially not for work. I could go to sleep right now for the rest of the day.

But I will wake up tomorrow morning and go to work and survive the week all over again. This is my life--it doesn't really matter if I want to get out of bed or not.