The clock reads 5:00 PM as I rest my head on my pillow. As I cut myself from the world and enter the dark abyss of the inside of my eyelids, I try to remember the last night I got a respectable amount of sleep. My memories amount to nothing. My mind is as blank as an empty sheet of paper. I let a smile erupt across my face because after taking a short nap, I know my brain will finally be at ease. In the two hours I attempted to catch up on some shut eye, I received 7 missed phone calls. In the two hours I thought would be heaven, I had 2 friends show up at my front door unannoucned. God must hate me.
