It was a truly busy day, what with a big test in calculus and tons of errands to run. And something about moving at such a tremendously frantic pace set the tone for the day. I couldn't hold still. I shook and jiggled and doodled and nibbled and anything else I could do to keep from holding still. I was just... antsy. Finally, after jiggling, wriggling, and doodling as much as I could bear, I begged Christine to go grocery shopping with me.
Did I need to go grocery shopping? Well.... yes and no. Yes, I was short on healthy food, out of fresh veggies entirely, no milk to be had. But no. This is my week of no kids... I could have made do. I prolly /should/ have made do, to be honest. But the draw of getting out and moving while doing something semi productive was worth it.
So we went to the store. Something about the store sucked my brain, had to go back to the produce department 4 times... 4 times! because I kept forgetting things. By the time we were done, I was done too. Stick a fork in me done. Exhausted like I had run a marathon done. Almost unable to talk coherently done. And now, less than an hour later, I have finally dragged ass to put the $55 worth of groceries away. I am so tired I want to just curl up in a a little ball and sleep. Make moan-y sounds at anyone who tries to wake me.
I feel like the graph of a sine wave. Up and down, up and down, check me and I repeat every 2π.
*sigh* I'm not even sure that actually made sense at all...
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