ZZZZZZZ

I'm tired. The kind of tired where I'm not even sure how I'm still sitting upright and typing. But you know what? I made dinner. I washed some pants. I walked on the treadmill and I worked. Despite being so tired I could sleep sitting up, I feel good. I've stuck to my routine for 5 days in a row. That's 5 shiny star stickers in a row (actual stickers because that's where some people find their joy). Now, I'm going to go brush my teeth and climb in bed and I don't think there are enough words in the English language to describe just how good that's gonna feel. In the words of my father, "Night, night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. And if they do, take a shoe and whop them till they're black and blue."