the epitome of tired

What's that, you may ask... Have you ever gotten so tired that everything seems huge. I trekked out to Winkler last night and am staying here until the end of Mother's Day... so here I am. Watching Season 4 of Gilmore Girls, (which, when my roommates realize I took home with me for the weekend will not be impressed, but it's mine so they can't complain. I also took the computer, so ha ha! I felt sort of bad for a bit, but not anymore.) Well, anyways, so, there I am watching episode after episode with my parents and it was great! And I was getting grumpy and tired. And so, on the way down the stairs to my room, I was carrying everything I could possibly need that night because I didn't want to make another trip. Stairs are a lot harder when you're tired, and I didn't want to go anywhere once I hit downstairs. I've also been fighting a cold, however, and I think my body was a little feverish so everything of course is worse than too... Long story short, I managed to slosh water everywhere down the stairs because in order to keep my balance and hold all my stuff, I had to fling my outstretched arm about and ironically enough, that was the arm connected to the hand holding the glass of water.

But, today is a new day. I'm still tired. I still want to meet Hugh Laurie. And now I'm going to watch Gilmore Girls.