If I had a bowl of soup, I'd be falling asleep in it right now. I'm so tired- it's silly, really. I've done the normal amount of things I usually do, but I feel like in addition to that, I've run a marathon. And built a house. And single-handedly towed a barge up the Mississippi River. With my teeth, people. It's nuts!

I'm guessing that as a result of my fatigue, I am low on blogjuice tonight. I just can't think of what I want to write! I've started and stopped about a dozen times and nothing seems to flow. Hate it when that happens! I feel dim. Not so bright. A few cards short of a deck. A... uh... well, you get the idea.

Hopefully, this will pass. A day off from work, and a quick trip to the library tomorrow should (crossing fingers) stimulate the gray matter, and I'll be back to my average, not-necessarily-a-rocket-scientist-but-can-carry-on-a-decent-conversation-and-occasionally-make-good-joke self. (once I got started on the slashes, I had to follow through, but SHEESH that took me forever to type.)

If anybody else has any ideas, I'm open for them. I'm the one sitting in the corner over there with the blank stare. Help a girl out.