You know when you're so tired and drained from a day at work that the drive home seems like the worst possible thing ever? And then you think about the stairs, the neighbour wanting to chat, the key in the too-heavy door, the messy apartment that you want to have cleaned but don't have the energy to call the cleaning chick and even if you did she's likely out being young and energetic and running about gathering roses while she may, then the fridge door, the emptimess of the fridge, the hum of the freezer, mocking you endlessly that you should have bought groceries when you had more energy, the thought process of whether or not you should even eat, cuz what is there to eat anyway and you'll be damned if you go OUT to eat, but you're hungry so you eat a box of Wheat Thins and pass out on the couch, so you figure what the hell, might as well stay at work and avoid all of that.
That's how tired I am.
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