So damn tired.

I don't know what it is about death that is so completely exhausting, but I think anyone can agree that it is. Your body becomes a heap of Velcro that subtly attaches itself to your sheets. Your mind slips out your ears as if to run away from the reality of things, which leaves you mindlessly lying around waiting for something to change. And then when it comes time to lay your bag of bones down for the night your mind finds it's way back into your head and keeps you up with gossip, and planning. And you wake up, and after not much of a rest you rip your self of the bed, and hold your head between your knees as if to trap in the little mind you have left, then walk out into the world you've grown to envy, because they are not as tired as you.

Also, this is day 2 and a half without espresso, so yes, I'm a little bitter. My body isn't reacting well at all. But when doc says no caffeine, you obey... I guess...

I'm also find myself incredibly tired of the scenery. I have grown up in St. Louis, and loved it everyday, and still do, but I am lacking the lust for my fair city. I want to travel, and see new things, as I'm sure my human instinct intends. Or maybe I just have such high hopes for the big bright doors that are about to open in front of me. Either way I'm sure tired of this place.

There are plenty of other things I am tired of, however, I am losing interest in this post, and the desire to stay focused on one thing. Maybe I'll try and close my eyes, and drown out the sound of the whispering in my own mind with my new U2 album.