Confused

A fitting description of both the weather and myself.

At least I had the satisfaction of seeing lightning while working out this morning. That made my decision to do the dreaded workout tape less confused: earlier, it seemed like a weird decision to have made.

I have said the wrong things, thought the wrong things and understood the wrong things at various parts of yesterday and today.

Especially exasperating is this weird extra mush-mouth phenomenon, where what I say comes out jumbled. Combined with me hearing things jumbledly, I have been quite something these past two days.

No, I am not on drugs, though some of my classmates might wonder, after some of what I have said.

Ok, I am on drugs, but only albuterol and singular, I swear!

I need some sleep! Hopefully, I will be able to get it tonight. I'm running in the morning.

Thinking "no too-tired-to-sleep" thoughts