I'm really a happy, upbeat person.

Fuck you, gravity. Really.

I'm sitting at my desk, covered in papers and cords, trying to write. The yellow light of the lamp next to me is bright, but my eyes have become gummy and blurred by the need for sleep. I feel a weight on my hear, turning my head sideways.

I turn my head to face the computer screens again. It turns back. Fuck you, head. Why do you defy me? There seems to be a loop of cabling hanging from my desk. That cable is attached to my head. The weight of the hanging portion of cable is greater than or equal to the force I exert to keep my head facing forward.

Gravity slowly pulls me downwards into sleep.