I seriously need a blanket and pillow in my office. One of those mats that you can roll out and sleep on would be nice as well. I don&#039t know what it is, but I have simply been exhuasted the past couple days. I figured the exhaustion Monday was due to having spent Saturday with Tony in Bloomington all day. I refuse to believe his driver&#039s license and what he says his age is because he has to be ten at the most. Waaaaaaaay too much energy in that man. He outlasted me energy-wise Saturday, and that exhaustion just hasn&#039t gone away.

This morning in class, I told my students that I hadn&#039t had any caffeine yet, so if I wandered off topic or just broke out into French or silly stories, that the lack of caffeine was why. I did end up tangenting into Harry Potter stuff and talking about the Packaging major in the Technology Department, but well, that happens. Since then, I&#039ve had two cups of tea at lunch at Red Lobster&#039s, but it hasn&#039t seemed to have done anything. I&#039m still groggy if not moreso now that I have food in my stomach, a warm office to lounge in, and a chair which reclines (albeit precariously so).

I need a nap. I&#039ve spent the past hour practicing how to write Chinese figuring that I&#039m far too tired to pay serious attention to my own homework or even grading. If I were to clean out my mugs, I could make tea or even hot chocolate to perk myself up, but I almost can&#039t bring myself to get out of my chair. Were I to close my eyes right now, I could be asleep in five minutes. Five minutes may seem like a long time to some of you, but it normally takes me anywhere from fifteen to forty minutes to simply fall asleep even when it&#039s really late. Five minutes is almost a record.

So to keep myself conscious and to resist the temptation to simply close my office door and curl up on the floor with my backpack as a pillow, I&#039m typing. I&#039m writing a silly little/long post about how tired I am to keep from having the sandman kidnap me. What will I do when this post is over though? I can&#039t exactly keep typing forever because my hands would start cramping up. Heck, if I wrote anymore than I already have, chances are that no one will read the post. It&#039d be a long, lonely post with no one to care about the ramblings of Ear in the afternoon at work in her high-backed chair which reclines and makes me want to pass out. Yup. Something. I&#039ve forgotten what I was typing about.

I suppose that since my train of thought keeps wandering off into the dark, cozy corners of my addled and tired mind, I may as well end this post before it becomes a multiple train wreck rather than one. Sleep sounds so good. Maybe it&#039s time for some on-line games. Sounds like a plan. Or I&#039ll start e-mailing everyone I know and drive them crazy. Either or. Later.

Posted: February 16, 2005 at um, half past two, I think. Too tired to check.