Sleep will come one day
Another night when I can’t fall asleep, despite being absolutely freaking exhausted from doing absolutely fucking nothing, for the millionth day in a row.
The end of January means that February will soon start. And after that, March. And then before you know it, it’s August again and then it’s winter and then it’s 2022 and then, finally, death.
In the meantime, we have this:
I believe that getting ginger was the best thing I’ve ever done, and also the dumbest. Why did I do it? And I’m so glad I did.