My bed and I are having a serious relationship. Sorry, responsibilities, it's not you, it's me being exhausted.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Someone send help or coffee, preferably both.
Feeling more worn out than a pair of old sneakers.
When your body says 'nap time' louder than your alarm clock says 'wake up.'
If my life had a theme song, it would be 'The Sound of Snoring.'
In a committed relationship with my pillow. Sorry, life, it's getting serious.