Tired and Confused

Portrait of David Hume at the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh

I fell asleep at 9:30 last night. I woke around 3:30 in the morning, got out of bed for a few minutes, but went back to bed and slept until 9:30 in the morning. I must have been tired.

I am still tired. All I want to do is read David Hume for the rest of the day and watch the snow melt in the streets below.

I feel like fighting this natural inclination of my soul. However, my soul might be telling me something to which I should listen.

I get so confused over simple things.