Fucking Sleep

I could easily go to sleep. I'm fucking tired, beat to shit. I barely slept last night. Had coffee with cheap Bailey's knock off before getting to work at 11:00. Ate some fried chicken. Drank four pints of Guinness and now putting down some vodka. I can't read, I can't write. I can't do shit but I don't want to go to bed. Too cold to walk around. I'm yawning so hard that when I shut my mouth I think I'm seeing something. Some apiration, who knows what the fuck. I should sleep. I need to do things tomorrow. You know, THINGS. Fuck. Life is made up of so many pointless THINGS. Sleeping and eating both seem like useless wastes of time. Yet drinking does not. Fuck it. It's gonna be another pass out night, no matter what I want.