The Face of a Hot Mess

Can you tell that I’ve only been getting 4 hours of sleep for the past two months? Can you tell that during the day I’m likely to feel guilt, sorrow, sadness, exhaustion, excitement, pain, but not hunger?  Just by looking at me, would you guess that I’ve been emotionally attempting to suffocate myself with things to do — things I must do.  Things that need to get done — all while wearing that silly sappy smirk of mine.

I’ll let you know if and when all of this passes.

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