I'm tired. The sounds around me, people yelling outside, the fan going, music playing on my roommates computer, the steps that sound from the room above mine, all these sounds don't register. They don't make their way into my head, but stay out floating around my head, being blocked by some obstructing force inside my head that comes from exhaustion. All I can think about? Dormir. En español, to sleep.
Sleep calls out to me, and taunts me, but not until I finish the blog post will I give in to her calls.
No I won't.
Gotta take care of responsibility.
Whoa. I just realized that after I typed 'gotta', the computer didn't underline it with a red squiggly, meaning it must be a word. Strange. I love that word, so I don't really have a problem, but some grammar nazis might have a fit.
Ummm, wait, where was I.
I want to partake in it.
Like a little boy who wants to leave the dinner table, but must finish his broccoli and brussell sprouts--I must finish this post before I can hit the pillow that looks OHH so comfortable right now.
Refusal skills, like the ones we learned in our elementary years to say no to drugs.
I think I might be good actually. 200 words? Have I met the status quo?
Yep, there's 227 there. I've reached the goal......barely. But that's all I need, well, moreso, all I want to do.