Without a thesaurus, I wonder how many words I can come up with that mean tired. Let me see...
Wiped, exhausted, done in, flat out, sleepy, lethargic, dozy, worn, weary, fatigued, drowsy, enervated, beat, pooped, spent, flagging, drained...and, when I was a kid, fagged. I bet they don't use that one anymore, at least not in this way. Reminds me of when we moved to Ottawa, and Don and I walked by a store called Mags & Fags. I was horrified. Had I known that Ottawa had a sense of humour (I still don't know that, and I lived there for ten years), I might not have been so agape, but as it was...
I know there are so many things I ought to be doing, none of which can be any more interesting to you than the previous paragraph, but for the life of me I can't find a thing to say that would be of any value to a single (or to a married) person. But I am laughing out loud because I just remembered Madeleine Kahn in Blazing Saddles talking about how tired she was. God, I loved her. She was so funny. I heard her speak about exercise once, on a talk show, saying how much she hated it. She died, like Laura Nero and Sandy Dennis, of ovarian cancer. Cruel world.
Maybe I'm tired because I have fallen off the Weight Watcher's wagon (WWW), and the effort to right myself is mind-blowingly exhausting. Perhaps I am sleepy because I went to the dentist today, or because I haven't done a bloody thing around here, or because the sun is shining down on me whispering, "Nap time. Nap time." Or maybe I am simply worn out from an excellent beginning to a beautiful month. Whatever the reasons, who cares? All I know is that I am going to walk downstairs, kick off my shoes, grab a puzzle book, and find something good on the tv to accompany me.
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"I'm so fwiggin' ti-uhd."
