Diary 2019-09-26

By Max Woerner Chase

It'd be cool if I had something to write, but I'm having a lot of trouble forming sequences of thoughts.

I don't know why I'm so tired, but I am.

I'm going to ramble a bit while I wait for this song I have playing to finish.

I'm not sure what's up, exactly. It seems like maybe my exercise today hit harder than usual. I'm feeling unusually sore, and maybe that brought tiredness at the same time. It's a possibility.

I got nothing else. Oh well.

Good night.