The sky is falling. The sky is falling.

I was in the bathroom yesterday when I happened to glance over and see this lil guy looking at me. Okay, maybe it is just a pair of glassing sitting on top of a sea salt container...but up close and eye to eye...I swear, like me, you'd see Chicken Little.

I don't have much time to write today. I feel busy. I don't know if I am more busy then usually or if today I just have a decreased capacity for dealing with things.

But, I'm super tired and excessively fidgety. And, I feel a little like Chicken Little...or maybe just like a little chicken - unable to deal with the day.

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Pavitra said…

For no reason I've been tired today as well. Tried to exercise to get some energy and get some blood flowing (yawned throughout the workout). Helped a little!!

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