But how much of me is back?
All of me? Half of me? A quarter of me?
(Ugh. That's disgusting. Let's keep things together here, shall we? All this quartering and half-ing is giving me the creeps.)
I don't care. I'm too tired to care. Maybe after all there's really only an eighth of me here.
Maybe after all you're a complete nut!
*shrug* Possibly. But who cares? What's the point of having a strong intellect if you're too tired to use it?
You, ma'am, need to get more sleep!
*yawn* What good will that do? I'll only get tired again. Besides all the fun things happen at night. I can't possibly go to bed early when fun things are happening.
You're pathetic. Did you have something to say or did you just come here to whine about how tired you are?
I most certainly did have something to say! What do you take me for? I came here to say hi to my friends because I miss them. *sniff* *sob*
Oh stop. I can't stand emotional people.
I can't help it. It's the truth. I miss my friends. I miss our conversations. I want to be back in the swing of things, blogging regularly, keeping up with everyone, but...
I don't know if I can do it.
I've just been so tired lately.
Well, I have a suggestion for you.
Put off your blogging and your whining till another day.
And GO TO BED!
I have to admit, bed does sound rather nice right now. *silly, exhausted grin*
*rolls eyes* I should think so.
But wait! *tries desperately to keep eyes open* I need to give some sort of update on what I've been doing...or something...or...I don't know. This is such a pointless post otherwise.
You're telling me.
Give me a minute. I'll think of something. Oh yes. I started my new job. I'm two days in and...yeah. That's part of the reason why I'm so tired. (But mostly it's because she never goes to bed on time.) A-hem. I mean it's not like it's hard physical labor or anything but still it's a lot of new stuff to learn and learning new stuff can be exhausting. (Not to mention the fact that I had to get up at 6:00 am this morning.) I'm going in to work again tomorrow and Saturday and Sunday and...what's that? A pillow? I WANT A PILLOW! Ohhh, for a soft, fluffy, comfortable pillow. Somebody please give me a pillow on which to rest my weary head!
(Oh good grief. She's really losing it, folks.)
That's it. You're going to bed even if I have to drag you there!
No, no, wait! I didn't tell them about how I went car shopping this afternoon...
Big whoop. You didn't even find anything. Wait until you find a car and then tell them about it. (Though I don't know why anyone would care to hear about such boring details.)
But there was more to it than that. I was going to explain how all that driving around this afternoon made me even more tired.
You did come here just to whine about how tired you are. This is beyond belief.
I don't whine. I gripe.
Oooh. I see. And that makes all the difference. Yes. Griping is much better than whining. Everybody knows that.
Go to bed. Please.
Fine. I will. Good-night.
Good-night. (If it is a good night. Which I doubt.) (Really, I'm beginning to think I won't get a wink of sleep tonight. Who could with a loony in the house?)
I heard that.
That's okay. I don't mind.
P.S. (From the sensible Miss March who's still alive here somewhere) Hello dear friends! I've missed you! I hope all's well with you (and that you're taking better care of your mental health than I am, heehee.) What's been happening in your lives lately? Do tell! :D
(Also, Natalie should never have shown me that website full of Emma screen caps. I'm afraid I'm going to be using them far too often.)