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Maybe it's just the week that it happens to be (The Evil Week), but I am drained. This is a new side effect for me, usually I'm just weepy. I seemed to have traded tears for annoyance and exhaustion. I can't decide if this is better or not?

There's so much I want to do and don't want to do, but should do and I don't. I can't even think ahead to plan, or make a list for the post-evil week.
I'm suppose to be working on a store blog. I need to brainstorm, I need ideas that don't involve writing first person from the point of view of a dog (I REFUSE).
But thinking makes my head go fuzzy and then I run into walls or break dishes, or leave my keys in the store door (thanks lady who bought EVO for pointing that out).



3 more hours and I'm off. Maybe I'll get another Coconut Mocha Frappuccino and fake awakeness.