satisfied with life but not happy
I got home at 10:15 last night from Metro, which the choir went to by bus directly after school yesterday. Metro was good, but it cut all the homework time out of my day. From staying up to do some of that work, I'm tired. I don't feel tired, but I'm out of it. A couple examples, of several: a stack of papers is being handed down the line, and everyone takes one. I just pass the pile on and don't realize I didn't take one until it's at the end of the line. Also, it took three tries to find the coordination to hang up a hanger, not because it was out of reach (it was right in front of me) but because my hands are - s l o w i n g - d o w n . It's finally catching up with me ... I swore at the phone long after the robot political advertizer was off the line. I need to work ASAP before I collapse. And then, collapse. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow.