I have pretty much shipped off the Argentines. All went pretty well. But I am mentally exhausted. Spent.

Those who know me best will attest that I am someone who is naturally drained by constant human interaction. If I don't get some time to think by myself, I slowly start turning into protoplasm in a suit.

Which sucks.

How exhausted am I? So much so that I just might take a nap.



shula said…
Or you could just soldier on.

And then come down with the mother of all migraines.

Which is what I did last night when Bec came to stay.

Joke said…
Mercifully, I had nothing which required me soldiering on. (Although I have been known to go into "press-on-regardless" mode with no little frequency.)


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