Oh, fer tha love...

so. i'm tired as all get out cause that's what happens when earning money.

for most of us, anyway. i'm in no condition to write, cause the late shift eats at parts of your brain like spit deteriorates gum. You know the fun is fading, but inevitably keep chewing until, all of a sudden, there's this gritty globulous gunk stuck to your teeth where your gum used to be. Like everything's holding up fine until it, most certainly, isn't. And then it's too late, you've got mush on the brain and need to crank down the window to let in fresh air and spit it out. Only it's your brain so you're pretty much stuck with the mess 'till you can sleep it off. So off i go. I've got 8 hours to get back to zero... too bad i can't stop watching Bones so make it 7.5 for the half hour i'm enthralled before my lids cave in and my brain collapses ::FWOOSH:: into an exhausted heap.  Before that, though, i'll have a chuckle when i think of you kicking the semester's ass nine ways to Sunday. GO GET 'EM, GIRL! 

::ENCOURAGING LAUGHTER:: 

                                                       ::SIGH::

We are tired for completely different reasons.

                                                                    ::MORE LAUGHTER::

                                                                    ::FWOOSH::