I’m so ridiculously tired.
No matter how you slice it, my days right now are always 12 hour days.
Thank god for peanut butter. And thank god for good friends who pop by to say hi.
Everything I’ve got going right now is DIY.
I’m in the driver’s seat and the tank is empty and the battery dead. There is no co-pilot raring to take the wheel, the gas station is days away.
I’m in the company of friendly ghosts, but no one who can be here now.
I’ve got the cold that makes your bones ache for the past 4 days.
Today, Monday beat me, and it beat me severely.
It could be better.
It could be a whole lot worse.
But I don’t think I could possibly be more tired.