Still Wiped Out

He's tired also.

I feel weak admitting it.

I felt selfish in what I wrote last night.

Yet, here we are again.

I could feel my energy lagging during my call of tonight's basketball game at Brunswick.

I gave it my all. I'm sure if I were to ask I'd be told I sounded fine.

But I -- number one critic -- felt otherwise.

So I came home, texted all appropriate parties about events of the day and made myself some dinner.

Now, it's after eleven and I'm just fried.

My legs are tired. My soul is tired. And I just heard something crash.

Super.

So this is all I've got for you tonight until my energy level returns.

I'd like to be like Chico in the picture about. Utterly passed out.

And I will be soon.