Alright! Alright, already! I give up. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. See my white flag? I surrender. This week wins. It has chewed me up, spit me out and kicked me in the fanny. I couldn't be more tired if I ran the Boston Marathon. Running nonstop from 5:30am to 10 or 11pm every day for the last couple of weeks has finally caught up with me. Toss in some extra stress at work and home and I am just whipped. I could lie and say that I'm feelin' all Holly Golightly right now.
Or calm and composed like Grace.
But I'm not. Not at all. First of all, I've got a little hair problem.
And I'm feelin' a little prickly. And I really need to vent. I'm tellin' ya. If I don't get a nap tomorrow......