17: Myrtle-Wyckoff

I did it again: I waited until 10 pm to write my daily entry. Nightly entry, more like. When the day is heaviest, churning its way down, into midnight sleep, and the fatigue overwhelms. I'm in a period of regression and I can't afford the time I'm wasting. But I'm so damn tired.

This morning I woke up three stops past where I need to get off, where I need to collect my bags and climb the stairs, walk to work. I lost about fifteen minutes in making my way back. I didn't care. I was still early. I don't think we're getting unreasonable amounts of sleep. Eve has been so kind. But I am always tired anyway, always falling asleep. I open my book and two pages later my head is drooping. I give in. I just give in.