Restless Friday Night

Funny it is, though physically and mentally drained, very much fatigued from a punishing work schedule during the week, my mind refuses to rest.

I yearn for a cold beer, my favourite choice of poison for the longest time but yet gather no strength or motivation to go out there and get one. Perhaps the catalyst is missing, something deep within is missing.

Time to sit back and take stock before pushing ahead. First I need a clear head and an iron will to go with an antiseptic dressing for the wounds I've been licking behind closed doors. 2 days is all I hope I take, any longer and alittle more of me inside dies and soon enough, there may not be much left to salvage.