So tired that I can see the wind...

Yes, my beloved readers, I am so tired I can see invisible things. Doesn't that just ruin my day.
Actually, I'm pretty okay. Anthony made me laugh today, and so did Kids in the Hall...but I would do anything, up to and including slaughtering a litter of kittens for a good sleep. I keep having dreams, awful awful realistic dreams. You guys have no idea how tired I am. I may seem bright eyed and bushy tailed, but don't be fooled. I want to breakdown and cry.
I stood at the art window and looked out...then lied about what I was looking so wistfully at. No one must know.