I am so tired all the time, lately. When I wake up, facing the world is the last thing on my mind. I’ve had trippy, existential-narrative style dreams pretty much every night of my life, and for the past few weeks of near-constant stress they’ve gained the psychological weight of a small planet, or possibly a cigar. I’ve started wasting my youth on the snooze button just about every morning, because the feeling of not having to wake up, even if it’s only for ten minutes, is that comforting. Unfortunately, I don’t really have any control over my own willingness to face the world… I’ll have to just wait it out, I guess.