Reset Forty-Nine, Day Sixty-Two

[rejectomorph]

Seriously cannot keep my eyes open tonight. I keep expecting to faceplant into the keyboard. Monday was a bore of a blur (or blur of a bore) anyway. And I keep making typos. I should go to bed. Maybe I can write something later. I don't know why I'm so tired, as I'm pretty sure I had a nap Monday evening. Maybe the big meal I ate. Anyway. Sleep.