Tired Times Again

An extra night of softball, the extra drive, and a lot less sleep than usual and the old fatigue crashes down. Still, I want to write and I want to keep in touch and I want to find the one and I want to save the world, so here I am. Another fun day at work and another ten cents in my pocket and another spaghetti and meatball dinner and another night with TV, all that and a bag of chips. Barbecue. Bloated. Tied. Sleep.

How was your day?

Narf :)