I am so tired today.
I woke at 0200 with a coughing child who never went back to sleep.
We’ve been up ever since. I have gone from just sleepy to moderately alert (after a pot of coffee) to melancholy (I blame ancient poetry on that one) to downright slap happy.
Is it wrong that I stop writing to watch Kipper the Dog? He’s just cool.
Somebody get me a drink.