As I made my way to Dad and Lily's house, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Back at home, I had managed to tackle a good portion of my work tasks and diligently loaded up all my essential files on my trusty laptop before heading out. The plan for the evening was clear in my mind: quickly have dinner, talk to Dad and Lily about the situation, and then seek refuge in Dad's Den to immerse myself in work until my vision started to blur.
The only little hitch was my lingering fatigue. The previous night's sleep had been woefully insufficient, leaving me feeling like I was running on empty. In my line of work, keen attention to detail was crucial, and trying to operate with a fuzzy mind was far from the ideal scenario. Nevertheless, I remained optimistic that I still had enough energy and focu
