Woke up this morning and wanted to be back in bed.

Took my time getting ready. Lunch is packed. Did the usual routine, logged my food, took my meds. I wanted to be back in bed.

I'm at my desk, all I can hear is my loud coworker, who just has zero concept of working in an office, like it's 8am on a Monday I don't want your karaoke hour. I wanted to be back in bed.

They're doing work on the roof above me and it's just constant stomping. I wanted to be back in bed.

It's now almost 1030 and I've accomplished nothing at work, I have million things that require my attention today. I just wanted to be back in bed.

I've been busting my ass and doing double the work for the last month and half because another manager lost their assistant and I offered to help thinking it wasn't going to be as intense as it was. I wanted to be back in bed.

I've been training the new assistant who is honestly a pain in the ass. I wanted to be back in bed.

My meds haven't been working as well in this period of stress. I wanted to be back in bed.

The dance studio I've been going to for the last six months flooded last week. I wanted to be back in bed.

I'm just overstimulated and burnt out. I think I'm going to go home today and go back to bed. Thanks for listening