A nother vacation day. Did almost nothing. Laying back. I did leave the house once though. I had to mail something out. But shhh! Don't tell Skye. It's a secret.

It's getting warmer and warmer. The sun is shining brightly. The birds and the bees are buzzing.

I haven't called the doctor yet. I was planning to do it on Monday. Failed to realize that doctors celebrate Jesus too. It will have to wait then.

Even now, in the midst of my tiny vacation, I am still tired. I sleep longer, but I'm still tired. I don't have to do anything at all, but I'm still tired.

Always tired.

I am defective in so many ways. Whoever made me really did a poor job. Mr DNA or whoever. I'd be embarrassed if it was me. I'd be like 'whoa!'.

nw: Tomorrow Never Dies