I feel tired, and not in a good way either. I woke up this morning at 3am, a bit short of my target of 7am. For some reason the Sleep-Gods decided to punish me for crimes I’m not yet aware of, so now I’m currently sitting at my desk feeling like a zombie. I haven’t eaten any human-flesh yet but the cravings are growing.

I’m also slightly embarrassed because my shirt is incredibly creased up. It looks like something I just found on the floor in a puddle, though thankfully it doesn’t smell. I’ve also noticed that my facial hair looks a little too beardy and unkempt than I thought, so today I look homeless.

But still, tomorrow is another day, yesterday was yesterday, and today is just another day.