the unfortunate thing is that this kind of tiredness leads to crabbiness and short-temperedness.
and, maybe worse, just a generally BLAH attitude about life. a lack-luster sort of state-of-being.
definitely not a good thing.
definitely not my normal self.
i'm longing for a respite. a massage. a really long hot shower. a dark room and a heavy down comforter that envelopes me. eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.
and the ability to get through just one cup of coffee without having to reheat it.
until then, i just keep telling myself that my prince charming will be home soon to help share the load. in my dreams, though, prince charming's kiss would put me to sleep...instead of waking me up.