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I have slept through the day and most of the evening. If my clock is correct, it is nearing midnight.
My exhaustion is becoming worse, and I am afraid there is little I can do to rid of it. It seems that I am often going from one extreme to the other as of late; sleeping too much, or not sleeping at all.
I’ve next to no appetite, and even the mention of food makes me feel ill. The rats, at least, are enjoying the meals that I pass by. They are becoming fattened and healthy.
The lines of my notes are beginning to blur together until they are one large splotch upon the paper. I think I will rest. Work will have to wait until the morning.
My exhaustion is becoming worse, and I am afraid there is little I can do to rid of it. It seems that I am often going from one extreme to the other as of late; sleeping too much, or not sleeping at all.
I’ve next to no appetite, and even the mention of food makes me feel ill. The rats, at least, are enjoying the meals that I pass by. They are becoming fattened and healthy.
The lines of my notes are beginning to blur together until they are one large splotch upon the paper. I think I will rest. Work will have to wait until the morning.