I’m tired all of the time. This week I’ve decided that I’ll do less. Maybe have a day or two off. I’ve worked hard lately and maybe it’s catching up with me. I don’t know. My dreams have been reflections of the past of late. I’m off Facebook intermittently again. Some on there are doing my head in. Cunts. Not all. 8 hours sleep a night and about 2 hours during the day. It’s still not enough. I wonder what it’s like to sleep forever. Hay fever is affecting me. That tired me I do know. People tire me. Work tires me. I need to eat more healthily again. I’ve been craving rubbish. I’m almost on top of both allotments and the field. Fishing isn’t doing it for me. I hate it at the moment. Food growing at the field needs to be got on top of. It’s tricky. The tree roots are now near the surface as I’ve made the ground fertile. They’re sucking the goodness, the moisture, the life out of the soil. Much like my life is being sucked out. I’m feeling thin, like butter spread over too much bread. No second breakfast for me. Friends online have disappeared. Friends hahahahaha. It’s often a one way friendship when I’m here only when needed.
