Oliver's Late night struggle

I sit here mind spinning.

Think. Think.

Twist. Turn.

Headache. Pain.

Writing. Sleep.

Ugh. It's tiring this feeling. My mind is wide awake, but my body is sluggish and slow. It's frustrating. Even as I type this. My body complains and wants sleep, but my mind refuses. There are pros and cons for each. On one hand, if I push through I can get a bit more done. On the other, if I rest I'll be ready for anything tomorrow. Ugh, but I want to read. I want to WRITE but I'm so tired...

Yep, Oliver wasn't winning this one. Though he didn't want to accept it the fatigue was settling in deep. Maybe if he didn't have an interview, a club, and whatever else to do later today. With a sigh of defeat, Oliver agreed that it'd make his life easier if he was well-rested. Leaving a not-so-subtle "hint" that the newest chapter of his story "Marked`" would "soon" be done he wrapped up this log.

"Thank you, dear reader."

He said with his words.

"Thanks for reading the ramblings of a tired writer, have a good um life?"

He concluded awkwardly having forgotten timezones exist. With a yawn and a scratch on the head he submitted.