I want to write something nice and meaningful, but I fear that I am just too tired. My eyes are closing, drooping further by the minute. It is almost painful, making yourself stay awake longer than your body would like. It’s an interesting sort of pain, the discomfort is physical, but the pain feels almost phantom, hovering around my body, begging me to notice it, pleading with me to do something about it. The feeling is all-consuming, practically begging; my body shutting itself down, doing everything she can to get me to rest. I will heed her call. I will sleep, and I will face tomorrow with all the love and energy I can find.