I am so, so tired. Last weekend I moved into my new place, and I’m still tired. This morning especially. I sat on the floor in the middle of my unpacked boxes and stared at a pile of clothes, wondering which outfit would best disguise my lack of brain power and motivation. Not sure I picked the right one, but at least I’m wearing clothes.
A spider ran across the toilet seat while I was sitting on it and I didn’t even jump– I was that exhausted. Moments later, my housemate’s cat started getting ready to barf in the hallway. No, I pleaded silently. Please don’t. Fortunately, he was unable to complete his barf procedure. I am thankful for anything that decides not to complete itself today, anyone who changes their mind about making a mess on the floor or biting me in the nether regions.
My coworkers also seem to lack energy. It might be the August fog, an annual phenomenon. I’d tell you more about it but I’ve got to get back to the filing. Holler if you’re tired. We’re all in this together.
Even my bottom is foggy in this weather.
Brains go first, followed by the thorax region. COnfusion especially regarding purpose of clothes at all today other
than cold. Its cold. Soft, warm, and coffee. These are thursdays
key words.
holla
And how smart am I for knowing that August is an annual phenomenon?
yep. tired. My bed becons me in its evocative secret language of beds. I think it kind of sounds like a cross between Indian Japaneeze and a leeky hoze played in slow motion and backwards in a giant church full of wilting lilting flowers and mezmorizing marble tiles. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Me, I am beyond exhausted. I didn’t even stay at work to file.