Game over. Meaning, I've got no more game to give this week. I'm off my game.
My. Game. Is. Used. Up.
Just call me Charlie, because I feel like I've had a Flowers for Algernon kinda week.
I can count about 8 grammatical and punctuation errors I've made on the blog this week, and I'm about over it.
I got caught up in someone else's drama, and that time suckage left me feeling distracted and used up. Over now.
Looking forward to falling into the arms of my family this weekend for some comfort and laughs.
Saw the trainer this morning. Kelly worked me hard, and he doesn't stand for whining. Love it.
Maybe Monday will be better.
Ruminations from the pit of the nation...one bite at a time.
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