As usual, I got up at 4. Since I’ve been awake, I have been wrestling with temptation. I didn’t realize it until just this minute, however.

I’m tired. It’s pretty much my constant state. This does not make me stand out among humans of my acquaintance, who also seem to be tired all the time. It’s still annoying.

And the little tuggings of addiction come right about now. They say: you know, a Big Gulp would make you feel better. They say: more sleep is just not happening for you. You’ve already had your eight hours and here you are, still tired. They say: caffeine, sugar, sugar, caffeine, tasty bubbling, and a red straw.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I may resist. I may not. But I’m really annoyed that there is such a struggle.