Christmas eve. The right side of my mouse seems to be strangely further down then the left side. My eyes are all crossy from learning how to knit. And I'm tired to the point of dropping.
So, I sit here and think. I should be lying down or some other form of resting, much like what Carrie is doing right now. But, I can't do it. My brain won't shut down long enough to allow such an act.
grr.
I can't even quiet down enough to properly write. I give up.
So, I sit here and think. I should be lying down or some other form of resting, much like what Carrie is doing right now. But, I can't do it. My brain won't shut down long enough to allow such an act.
grr.
I can't even quiet down enough to properly write. I give up.