Nothing of any substance seems to be coming from these hands, these fingers, this mind.

Sometimes I'm just so tired that my eye lids droop and my brain puts up a screen saver.

It seems as if the world is spinning round and round in slow motion, contradicting itself at every turn.

Body is stale, frozen, petrified in this chair. Sleep deprived and motionless, eyes wavering in closure.

Dude, I need some sleep.