Trouth moubles; or, how did I survive the day?
I can’t explain it tonight. I barely survived the day. I’m sneezing. I’m tripping over words. I feel like I haven’t slept in a month, yet I know I’ve been sleeping well enough. Well, not enough.
Twice today I started to speak words that were coming out incorrectly. I feared, for a minute or two, that I was having a stroke. The feeling passed in and out throughout the day. I think the year-end is finally settling in on my brain and the remaining four and a half weeks might be interesting.
I need to go mark some stuff, so wish me luck. And sleep. Wish me sleep.
Oh, and here’s some flowers and stuff. Whatever. Sleepy…