|09:16 pm - I'm tired. Like - in my head tired.|
It's Sunday night, my attempt to put the kidlet to bed didn't work so Andrew is trying this time, and so I could (should) be doing anything useful (like the mountain of dishes, or some sewing, or tidying, or the budget, or cleaning the scrawled-on-tub, or really, ANYTHING), but here I am, not doing any of those things.
I don't even want to continue my 365. And I've done so well so far.