Too Exhausted To Be Distracted

I know.

I have a responsibility to keep writing despite my exhaustion.

But I don't feel witty or clever.

Not that I normally feel witty and clever.

Bu right now

I feel negative witty and clever.

And so,

to my eight loyal readers,

I apologize

for my lack of presence

and this shabby near-poem.

Please check back once school starts.

I. Love. September.

This Month's Distraction

Is anyone else exhausted?

I am frickin' exhausted. I don't know if it's the weather, or if I'm really busier than usual ('cuz it feels like I'm busier but it could just feel busier because I am so. very. tired), or if I'm actually working out hard enough to actually tire my muscles (doubtful, but...maybe), or perhaps I am just as lazy as I've always feared but all I want to do is curl up in bed and stay there for about 48 hours with no one bothering me and no meals to prepare and nowhere to go and nothing to clean.

Of course, the Voice In My Brain is having a field day with this exhaustion and keeps whispering things like "Cancer!" "Anemia!" and "Severe Mental Illness!!" which really isn't helping the situation and makes me want to take a vacation from my brain as well as from all the housework, etc.

Is it just me? Please say it's not just me.