This has only happened a couple times in my entire lifetime, and it’s not pleasant.
I am so tired that I want to die.
That’s about all I got for you, kids: I’m so tired that I want to die. When we were painting I was looking forward to moving. Now that we’re moving, I look forward to getting back to the painting part (not quite done, don’tcha know).
You can now begin looking ahead, anticipating next week’s token waste-of-everybody’s-time-but-
I’m-just-assuring-you-(AND me)-that-I’m-not-dead entry where I’m all, “Oh-ho-ho, aren’t I a melodramatic thing now, honey?” That will be post-sleep. Today? Today is full-on mumbly-speak and fuzzy-head and seeing, like, CRAYZAY! shit.
Even though I know that the cable will not be on for a few days at the new pad (and who’ll have time for it anyway?), send words of great cheer and grand kindness. Shore a sistah up, bitches!!!
(pee ess….I found something even better than the Atheist’s Nativity for the Christmas post this year! JOY!)







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