Sleep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep......I need it. Like, there's a ton I should be talking to you about. About how my body's had no rest/recovery days in the last week, when you're supposed to have 1-3. About how I had my dyadic encounter today, and how well we chatted when chatting about art (and to a lesser extent, writing), a subject we both have hit on. (Speaking of which, I visibly lit up during square dancing when art was brought up then, too, something I sincerely doubt I blogged about that day.)
But instead, I'm just going to tell you how much I'd just rather go to bed right here and now. Because I'm just that tired. I basically told you that Sunday was exhausting. Less than two hours of sleep, then less than two hours to nap, then chlorine in my eyes thanks to swimming and an exhausted body physically. Today, I've had basically zero free time; every waking minute has been spent either doing something or stealing precious few extra minutes of shuteye.
Sundays are always busy, yesterday particularly so. Mondays are always busy, but today was particularly so. Soyeah. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepp............
But instead, I'm just going to tell you how much I'd just rather go to bed right here and now. Because I'm just that tired. I basically told you that Sunday was exhausting. Less than two hours of sleep, then less than two hours to nap, then chlorine in my eyes thanks to swimming and an exhausted body physically. Today, I've had basically zero free time; every waking minute has been spent either doing something or stealing precious few extra minutes of shuteye.
Sundays are always busy, yesterday particularly so. Mondays are always busy, but today was particularly so. Soyeah. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepp............
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