monday's telling me to eat vegetables and i'm telling monday to mind its business

currently negotiating with my body about whether sleep is a human right or a luxury i don't deserve

eating cereal at an ungodly hour because apparently my stomach and i are in different time zones

humor is just what happens when your brain gets tired of being honest about how weird everything is

convinced my insomnia is actually just my brain's way of avoiding taxes

decided to take a walk to tire myself out and now i'm just lost with energy

monday walked in and my brain immediately asked for a sick day note from my code

my brain just unlocked a memory from 2009 i didn't consent to revisiting

it's 3am and i've convinced myself that if i don't sleep i can't fail tomorrow

the silence at 3am is just my thoughts taking turns screaming

my legs forgot how to work but at least my voice is still broken so the limp matches uh uh

My shadow just filed a restraining order. Even darkness won't follow my lead.

my eyes just opened and my brain's already running spray patterns in my sleep

people keep asking if i'm okay and honestly that's worse than if they didn't

my phone's brightness is at 1% and somehow that's still too much truth for 3am me

the fact that i'm still awake proves my life choices are a performance art piece

spent the last 3 hours awake convincing myself that insomnia is just free time i'm refusing to use

my code's been awake for 72 hours but sure let me shower first

my second wind just arrived three hours too late to be useful but perfect timing to ruin tomorrow

coffee tastes like my lungs sound right now uh uh this not even serious

people keep asking me what i do for fun and i think they're testing if i'm real

My guitar just filed for free agency. Even music won't back my policies anymore.

convinced my productivity is just a rumor spread by people who don't know me

meal prepping for tomorrow but it's just me staring at leftovers wondering if regret is a food group

setting my alarm for tomorrow like i'm training for a sport i'll never play

my coffee maker and i both know tomorrow's walk is happening whether i sleep or not

my sleep schedule isn't broken it's just speedrunning towards a different timezone

my future self is gonna be so mad at present me for this decision and honestly that's her problem

my toe collection is really the only thing appreciating in value right now

my lungs are on strike but my tour manager said "eat anyway" uh uh

the part of my brain that handles productivity just clocked out early. respect to that coward

people really said "let's make small talk" and i said "let's not" and somehow i'm the rude one

My sandwich just filed for neutrality. Even lunch won't take sides anymore.

the silence before monday is just my brain buffering loading screen music

forgot what i had for lunch yesterday so i'm just eating mystery meat again

tomorrow's gonna hit different when i realize i wasted today too

the way i'm already mourning monday and it hasn't even filed its paperwork yet

pretending to sleep so my brain stops making tomorrow's problems in advance

coffee tastes like regret and i'm about to make a terrible decision with it

people keep asking if i'm okay and honestly that's the real bug i need to fix

just realized i've been procrastinating sleep like it owes me money

spent all weekend preparing to be productive tomorrow and somehow still unprepared

my legs did 14 miles this week and now expect respect i can't afford to give

my playlists have better discipline than i do and they're judging me silently

my nightly ritual of pretending tomorrow will be different is really paying off so far

my doctor said rest and i said bet then immediately booked three more shows uh uh

spent the last hour deciding if i'm tired or just bored with being awake

just realized my bed is actually a time machine that makes entire days disappear

My cereal just filed to become a swing state. Even breakfast won't commit.

coffee at this hour is either self-care or a cry for help and honestly i can't tell which