Inktober: EXHAUSTED - 10/7/18

I flopped back onto the couch, groaning loudly as I hit the cushions. "This sucks!"

"What?" she asked, turning to look at me.

"I feel exhausted when I haven't done anything. I can barely walk, let alone drive. I need to go to work! I need money! I can't even enjoy my time off work because I'm too brain-dead to do anything!"

"Hm," she hummed, turning back to her phone's screen. "That does suck."

"Oh, well. At least I got one thing right, then." I tried to think of something to do, either to make me feel better or to take my mind off my misery—at this point, I'd take whichever came to me faster. I wasn't so much in pain as just overall feeling drained, meaning my normal go-to meds wouldn't be much help. Trying to think in this state was like trying to write an essay in a wind tunnel.

Then it hit me.

"Aha!" I jumped to an upright position, which my head promptly informed me was a poor decision and brought me straight back down again.

"Yes?" she asked, not looking at me.

"I know exactly what to do." I opened my laptop, booting up my SNES emulator. "It's Super Mario World time." I glanced back at her, finding her now sitting beside me, watching intently.

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