I mean, like all the time.
I wake up, I want to go back to bed. Noon? I want to go back to sleep. 7 pm? Back to sleep.
The only time I’m not tired is when it’s actually bedtime. I’m sorry, I just can’t close my eyes at 9 pm, no matter what Mommy–I mean, my girlfriend, says.
I need a new mattress or a drug habit or something. Someone give me one of those memory foam ones.
Seriously, I’m like a zombie. I need some sleep.