Eyes tired. Tired. Tired. I spend my weekends catching up on my personal business. That I run around more on the weekends than during the week. I can’t wait to have a day doing nothing. That won’t happen for at least 16 years if I am lucky. My funeral may be the the only day I get a good rest. Well off to bed. a little ice cream first. Draw a heart. Show the world ou care about love.