I’m always told I’m too young to be tired and that I should call it depression instead. All I know is I could go back to sleep. Yet, to avoid feeling like a total waste life, I have re rolled my hair. put lipstick on, and am lounging around in “Joe Louis’s” shirt. Kinda feel like watchin Lana Turner today…. something sappy like Imitation of Life or Peyton Place… also I gotta get on the ball and write. Alright… I’m going to accomplish something meaningful today.