Being done feels like ...
Or maybe ...
Ahhhhh. Time for bed. Sorry for my absence. My body, having permission to completely relax, is a stranger to me. My head is cloudy, my back is achy, I am sleepier than ever, and sudden movements are disturbing to behold and impossible to execute. Hopefully tomorrow I will feel less like a zombie encased in jell-o, and more like a functioning participant in the world around me.
A girl can dream! And I think I will. Good night!
EDITED TO ADD
As of now, I have posted more this month than I did in all of 2006.
What was up with me in 2006?
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