Ok. I'm tired. I'm not just tired, I'm exhausted. Wait. Should that have been a semicolon, or dash, or something?
"I'm not just tired; I'm exhausted." Nahhh... no fun.
"I'm not just tired - I'm exhausted." Hmmm....
"I'm not just tired..... I'm EXHAUSTED!!" Yup, that's it.
I'm working my not-so-little tuchus off. You would be proud of me though. It's 11:08 pm and I really REALLY have to get to bed. Because I'll be up tomorrow around 5am so I can do my hair. First of all, you should be proud because I'm planning to be at work an hour early (as in, not LATE to work by 5 minutes), and because I'm going to DO MY HAIR. Yes, I said "do my hair". I know, hair, it's been a while since I gave you any attention, but I'm working on it, ok? I'm a mom of a 2 year old, and now I am in charge of 90-someodd freshman (who all really still look and act like 8th graders for the most part) and 36 juniors/seniors (who are a wonderful group of kids). Two of whom are mothers. (And since teachers become parent-like figures to their students, does that make me sort of an honorary grandmother? Eeek! I'm not old enough for that!)
In any case, I am immersed in the inner workings of the human body, and I'm ready for bed, lest I start spouting words that sound like big long latin-esque body-part names. Good night!
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