I am not dead.

I am just fucking tired. untitledhusband held a gun to my head last night and made me stay up late to watch all ourĀ Tivo’d shows (Rockstar, Nip/Tuck, Big Brother) and now I’m a sloppy mess. I’m beyond menstrual in my emotions (yeah, THAT kind of tired). I promise to post tomorrow. About what, I do not know. Right now, I can’t even string two thoughts together.