I’ve been unimaginably tired these last couple of days. It’s the type of tired that seems to swallow your brain, chew it up, and spit it back out as, unfortunately, a pile of doo doo. Because that is exactly how I feel at this very minute: a pile of doo doo. My eye lids are constantly at a downward position, screaming LAY DOWN! LAY DOWN! at me as soon as I hint at doing a physical activity. The faint buzzing sound in the back of my head doesn’t make matters any better, either. My grandmother always claims her ailments predict the weather. Perhaps the hurricane of doom is bearing towards California?
I really liked the other one better. It drew me into your site.
very serene as I am enticed to dwell with you