I’m so tired right now I’m apparently going to sleep — I’m already in bed — before the sun sets. I was supposed to go to coffee tonight, the only social event on my calendar for a good, long time, but I just don’t feel up to it. And in two weeks my class starts. Every Thursday night, preventing my attendance of future coffees. But maybe I’ll learn how to sell my art.
God, I ought to be creating; why am I so … melancholy?