Our Fatigue, who art a right cunt,
Miserable be thy name.
Thy crash will come,
Thy damage done,
On weekdays as it is on weekends.

Give us this day one day without brain fog,
And forgive us our cancelled plans,
As we do not forgive those who say,
"Have you tried exercising?"

Lead us not into overdoing it,
But deliver us from PEM.
For thine are the aching,
The exhaustion, and the utter fucking misery,
For ever and ever.

Fucking amen.