The small Finches lasted WAY longer than I did! I crashed right after Mr. Snuggle’s post and right before Russ’ post. He stayed up to post the turtles for me. I got up completely discouraged and no less sleepy.
I was concerned I may be a zombie…
My eyes are glazed over and pretty bloodshot.
My hair is messy.
My gait is stilted.
My speech is incoherent.
How I know I am just tired and not a zombie…
Zombies don’t have feelings. At least in the movies they don’t. I get all my zombie information from the movies. And from you guys.
Zombies don’t know they look different. I know I look like a zombie.
I know a self-diagnosis of “not a zombie” is not foolproof. But I think I am ok. Also, I am more awake and less discouraged. I am ready to finish this with you.
You rest small Finches. We’ve got it from here. Great job. I am so proud of you.
Please click here to donate to Nebraska Humane Society…
Thank you!!
I zombie. Brain I need. Brain? Where brain you go? Sleep brain no find. Blogpocalypse. Yes. And that. Now blog. Brain. Where brain? Where?
Oh no Su! You too? This can’t be good…