I've done nothing but sleep on my birthday, if you're wondering. Good morning, by the way.

I'm still a mess. I thought I could make use of my 4-day rest to clean up and organize my room but no. I don't feel like doing anything. I still sleep on the floor. I'm still in this rut. Lol.

 I still get no more than 5 hours of sleep in a day and set my alarm two hours before I clock in, but get up an hour before work starts. I still waste my first hour in the office. I still drink too much coffee. I still eat a lot. I still don't exercise. I still feel like crap.

I hope you're in better shape. Make me your cautionary tale.

Oh, I went out on my birthday with a random stranger from Tinder. I never got intimate with him though. I couldn't. Tried looking for a hookup on Reddit; couldn't push through with it. I chickened out. 

At least, I know that I won't. I think I'll be this way for a long time.

Here's the sunset from MOA last Saturday

I've been putting away my clothes one small pile at a time. I hope I finish everything soon.