Too drunk to fuck.

The problem isn't how tired I am, it's how awake being tired makes me feel. I get a giddy kick of energy in my brain that doesn't match how exhausted I am. I feel drunk -- loopy -- and I hardly remember what year it is. But I'm not sleepy. No, ma'am. No sleep for moi. Not when I can look at pictures of a baby panda and also, I can do research on things I want to learn like cross stitching, though I don't have any of the supplies.

Look at the baby panda. Just look.

I am too exhausted to even lie down.