The thing about exhaustion
I woke up last night around 3AM in the throes of a major allergy attack. At 3:30AM I was wandering around the pharmacy section of Walmart, searching for Claritin. There were a few other shoppers in the store with me who were doing some grocery shopping. On the one hand, grocery shopping at Walmart at that hour of the morning seemed strange. On the other hand, I bet it's nice not having to dodge fifty other people and their carts just to get to the cheese.
This morning I woke up completely exhausted. The thing about being that tired and cranky at the start of the day is that twelve hours later, you're no worse off. So I'm feeling at the end pretty much like I felt at the beginning. Does that make it a good day?