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Having A Mare...

I'm tired. Not just a bit sleepy, but proper proper tired. It has a number of weird effects on me that are just not good.
Some are funny: Going to put milk on my toast, forgetting things, not being able to get sentences out straight (i ended up nearly calling a student a bit of rough this morning.. bad on a number of levels).
Others are frustrating: always feeling a bit not there, not being able to think straight/ quickly, being a bit grumpy.
And others still are just not on: I always am much less able to deal with my addictive personality, I'm more insecure, less loving..
Why am I telling you this? Maybe to warn you if you are hanging out in the next few days. Maybe to get it off my chest (that is such a weird phrase), maybe to will myself to do something about it...

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Liz said…
*hug* I know what you mean. I've been doing stupid fatigue things too.

I hope you manage to get a space to recharge.
6:49 pm
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