I am tired. Nay, more than tired. Beyond exhaustion, really. I find myself pausing for seconds at a time to recall words or ideas. My eyes won't stay open. And here I am! At work!
Oy.
Tonight I'm supposed to go see my father reading some poetry that won him a spot in Starbucks' avant grande barista art thingy.
I just want to sleeeeeeep.
xoJR
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