Robbed of Sleep
- Briana Sparks
- Mar 14, 2019
- 1 min read

Daylight Savings was Sunday, yet here I am, tapping out from exhaustion in the middle of the week. "Exhausted" isn't even the right word—more like “done” or “over it” or "don't talk to me, just walk away". My body clearly has some adjusting to do with this loss of an hour. I just hope it’s not too late; it sure as hell feels like it.
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