Longing Moon Sent a Thousand Miles

Yesterday, I drank too much tea and couldn't fall asleep until six in the morning. Thinking about the heap of trouble I was about to face—and how I couldn't beat a few idiots to death—left me feeling pretty damn frustrated.

Simply put, it was impotent rage.

But reality had to be accepted.

The result was that ever since I opened my eyes, my head had been buzzing. Thinking that I hadn't completely screwed up these past few days, I gathered my courage and took a day off.

Was life only this exhausting in middle age, or had it always been this way?