Sunday morning is glorious, and sunday night is dreaded. It's 4:12 am and I am so tired, but I cannot sleep. I just want someone to punch me in the face until I pass out.

Jordan is sleeping on the bathroom floor after a night out, and I can't sleep at all. Life is a little ridiculous.

My car is super broken, and it's in the shop. I want it back soon. The truck is okay, but I miss my little car.