So, you know where I am today? I’m at work*. Yep. OZ is a jerk off who is at home probably scratching his balls right now.
I’m so tired I am typing this while my forehead is mere inches from the keyboard.
I’m so tired that when I clean my eye crust is seems to be on redial because it just keeps coming back.
I’m so tired I don’t have any word bullets in my mouth that let me shoot down Scarecrow’s “where’s waldo” outfit she is wearing due to casual day.
I’m so tired
I’m so tired I’m drinking my coffee with a straw.
I’m so tired I wish I’d worn a diaper.
I’m so tired I’m ending this post now.
*People in the