See that guy? That was me bright and early today, just had my second cuppa joe and I was–
No, that wasn’t me. The minute I dragged my eyelids open at three a.m. this morning, they started shutting and I started losing steam. By four a.m. I was plum tuckered out. By six, I was seriously contemplating a return to jammies and a big ol’ cup of decaffeinated tea.
That was the other guy, the guy who wasn’t up at three a.m. this morning. Look how alert he is, anticipating the day. That pointy Power Hat is a dead giveaway but hey, Momma don’t need no stinkin’ Power Hat thingie to get her going. Four hours sleep and I can rally with the best of ’em–
Mmmm, maybe not.
Truth is, I’m tired, peeps. Running on fumes right now. My arms and legs feel like waterlogged stumps and my gumption’s just about gumped and yet, I did intend to accomplish some really important stuff today: queries and critiques and stuff like that and I know if you just give me a minute here, I . . . I . . .