Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tie-red, Thai-read, tire-ed, Tyre-ed, sleepy.

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Though Pedro de Valdivia looks like he could have used a tissue.

Yes. Hence my lack of brilliance today (I'm always brilliant otherwise, right? RIGHT?). But today, alas, I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all. Astonishingly, it hasn't gotten better the longer I've been awake. I blame the weather, because it's windy as hell and likely blowing billions of metric tons of pollen all over the Brazos Valley. "Brazos" is short for "Brazos de Dios", which is Spanish for "Arms of God". Obviously the conquistadors didn't have allergies.

The Brazos Valley is known locally as being particularly bad for allergies, by the way. You can imagine how much I enjoyed learning that.

So, I'm stuffy, sleepy and considering having a nap, which would make three this week. I feel like a toddler.

However, since I have posts to post and main characters to torture novels to write, I'm just guzzling coffee and hoping for the best. This blog post seems reasonably coherent so far, so I'm optimistic.

Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee.

I should probably have an 'exhausted' tag, or something more thematically appropriate. But I'm too tired to think of one. ::Lethargic rimshot::

I think the coffee's brewed, thank God. Catch you all later if I'm not qafsjd;lwq;rwetgj;lka



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