Discouragement

Last night was rough.

I fell asleep fast, though late. I had a dream that woke me up and went back to sleep.
I woke up late.
Exhausted.
Unable to work.

But I sat at my desk.
And I tried.
And I tried.
And I tried.
I couldn't get no... satisfactory work done.

It's not writer's block.
It's not the end of the world.
It's calling in sick.
I need a day to shake this... feeling.
It's just... one of those things.