Jumbled thoughts. Images flashing by more rapid than any simile I could possibly think of. It's much too late for me to begin a blog, let alone finish one of any decent quality. But at the moment I'm in a frak all mood and blogging seems like the next logical choice to conclude my day.
It was a long day. And that, in and of itself, does little to distinguish it from any other day in December. And now my eyes are heavy. I feel the exhaustion pushing against my shoulders... weighing me down. It's warm. Probably from the cooking. And the mild cleaning. Though the cleaning did little to dent the wasteland that is my house.
It's days like these. Or weeks. Weeks like this one. That pull at you from every direction in every possible way... physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting you until you want to scream out against the fury. Scream until there's nothing left to hear you. But that would take a while and we've established already that my schedule is already booked up.
It's funny. Aside from the fact that I keep falling asleep in mid-type and finally just
[Note: That's where I fell asleep about three o'clock this morning. I'm just gonna post this now. I'll post again later if I can.]
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Too funny. I thought about sending a message as I, too, was awake at that ungodly hour but I didn't see you online. My loss. Hope you have gotten some rest.
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