I . . . am . . . so . . . tired.
Thankfully, I'm un-tired enough to still be coherent at 10:30, which is an improvement over last semester.
This week I have a funny feeling like I am in a front-loading dryer being whirled around in a circle, gasping for air and looking out the window to an outside world that is continually topsy-turvy . . . or is it me who is topsy turvy . . . and why is there a wet sock in my face?
Something like that.
That, and the package I was waiting for from UPS got missorted at the hub.
Maybe I'm not in a dryer afterall. Maybe I've been missorted at the hub.
Wait, maybe being in a tumble dryer is the same as being missorted at the hub . . .
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