I’m exhausted. All. The. Time.
It maybe that I’m recovering from the holidays or the inauguration of our first bi-racial president (homeboy’s mom is white from Kansas, he’s hardly the first BLACK president, I’m just sayin‘). Regardless, a sistah tired.
And as much as I catch some Zs, I’m still tired. And with the tired, so is the writing. Tired, tired, tired.
What to do? Not sure yet, I’ve got to think of something.
Maybe it’s because my Christmas tree is still up?
Note to self: pay a college student to come take down the tree.