Brain dead and exhausted. The sort of exhausted where I don't even turn off the light next to my bed before falling asleep, which, um, oddifies both my dreams and my sleep schedule and ultimately makes me feel loopier come morning. Like now. (Dreams during the night included watching someone move into unexpected parts of my apartment building -- like what I thought was a storage area turning out to be a very opulent bathroom -- and being in the stands of a football game with about 30 players on field per team.)
And I actually went to bed early, so this not-feeling-especially-rested thing is especially annoying.
I know. I'm whining. But if I can't whine here, where can I whine?