Blech

You know it's bad when you see used plates on the coffee table that were absolutely for sure from an hour ago and think, "Wait, did I eat? I don't remember eating...Whatever."

Nothing to add. Just unremitting tiredness from now through Friday. Birthday came, birthday went. Just running and running. Also, the indignity of being broke all the time. I'm not actually in a bad mood, just escaping into the blog for a few mins before the one a.m. to five a.m. sleep cycle begin.

In the Sisyphean sense, excelsior, my friends. Excelsior.