My eyes dart to the time in the corner of the screen. 00:55
It's late. I need to sleep.
I always need to sleep. But I don't. I can't.
I carry on regardless. Rewardless.
The screen is blurred. My eyes are blurry.
My head nods momentarily and then reality snaps in.
"What am I doing? Why am I typing this?"
There's a void that needs filling, but the clattering of the keys won't do it.
Time to log off. Time to retire. Time to give up, for now at least.
Hopefully there's something worthwhile on TV to numb my thoughts.