I've grown weary these last few days. Minutes float around, collecting into hours that linger long after their welcome has worn out. Now I'm realizing the week is almost over and I haven't even grasped onto the things I needed to do. Funny how time deceives you in that way. I've had broken fragments of sleep the past few nights, from no fault of my own mind you, and now as my eyes squint to make out what I'm typing I'm concluding that I won't get a full night's rest for at least another five or six days. That's a lie. I still have to wake up at seven on my days off. Maybe five or six years down the road I won't have all the responsibility screaming trepidation through my alarm clock every morning "Angles! Have you forgotten your obligations?! Lives depend on you!! WAKE UP!!!!" For now, I will sleep.