Have you ever been so tired at the end of the day you didn’t care if you ate or bathed? You were like a homing pigeon focused on making it to a certain place, and that would be the bed? And you had to be focused ’cause you were so whipped that any distraction would have completely taken you off task?
Yeah, I know some of you have been that tired, and tonight I’m so there. My whole goal in the next half hour is to make it to bed. A few minutes ago the doorbell rang, and of course no one else is home to answer it. I flirted with the idea of ignoring it and proceeding onto my bedroom, but I felt bad about doing that and decided to see who it was. I’m so glad I didn’t blow it off, ’cause I opened the front door and lo and behold it was my ass finally getting home.
I really am tired tonight. It’s a good tired but a very real tired, so any speculation about Richard Armitage’s future plans will have to wait until tomorrow — at least for me.
And hey, we may hear something between now and then, and a very good chance it will be by the end of this month.
I hope you’re taking a timeout too after that hellacious schedule for The Crucible.
I would write more, but man, my brain hasn’t gotten home yet. I hope it shows up before morning.
A crazy…oh to hell with it; I’m to bed.
I hope one of you will wake me if something really interesting happens. :D