The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Tired

I’m too tired to write. Too tired to think straight, and too tired to have a ‘super fantastic’ attitude. I drank my coffee, but it hasn’t kicked in or something because I feel no caffeine adrenalin pumping through my tired veins. My tired ulnar nerves are in pain, which further underscores the drift away from my S/F attitude, floating somewhere between ‘leave me alone’ and ‘barely hangin’ on’ I’m thinking that some Chai tea would help do the trick here, at least steer me towards. “Fine.” Plus, a phone call to Renee. But she doesn’t get in till nine, and usually, she’s too busy to chat until around ten or then thirty. I’m on my own for two hours.