NO. TIRED. I AM FUCKING EXHAUSTED AS FUCK.
FUCK. Monday was just . . . exhausting. A tornado. A hurricane of a day where I left the house at 8:30 a.m. and didn’t come home to stay for another 12 hours. I was tired. I was cranky. I was sore from my (ridiculously fun) weekend running adventure, and generally, well, bitchy for most of … Continue reading MANIC MONDAY