Maximum tiredness

Here we go. Full throttle. I'm tired as all freaking hell so I'm going to go stream of consciousness here.

I don't know why I ever keep myself awake like this. I'm tired as hell, and yet, I'm thinking "oh, let's blog." Why? I'm tired. I should go to sleep.

And yet.

I'm also considering picking up this book and reading it a bit. I'm reading Clear by Nicola Barker. Honestly, so far, it sucks big balls. I'm going to have to decide soon whether I'm going to get enough into it to finish it, or if I should give up now and go straight to the Egyptologist (which I've been wanting to read for quite some time).

Tomorrow. I don't have plans for tomorrow. There are vague plans to watch basketball with J.H. Besides that, I've got nothing. Usually that bugs me. I like to have plans for the weekend. I honestly get depressed if I sit around the apartment all day. I think I make up things to do when stuff like that happens. Like decide I need to shop or something. Which is even more pathetic. But tonight, I'm thinking that sleeping all day tomorrow wouldn't be the worst of all worlds.

My sister fell asleep halfway through her dinner party at my house. I don't pretend to understand her. Everyone kept asking me if she was sick. How am I to know? Don't they know that I don't know or understand my sister? But how can you communicate that to her god-fearing, bible-beating friends without getting the living tar beaten out of you (with a bible, I imagine.)

And, now that you're near the end of this post, you understand why it's better if I do this on more sleep. More self editing. Always a good thing.