Free to Write

You may already guess how tired I feel at the moment. The circles under my eyes and the slow movements of my body as I try desperately to conserve energy. Ah well. There's nothing wrong with being tired, per se. After all, tomorrow, I can sleep in, and I don't have papers coming in until Friday, but I feel so absolutely exhausted that I may just fall to sleep at my desk. My fingers keep skipping beats.

This morning in class, I did something like this as I made a sample paragraph about nothing so I could demonstrate formatting for my babies. They laughed at it, especially the ones who actually read the paragraph, which dealt with the fact that I was using paragraph too much in one sentence. I just hope that we get there eventually.

Ah well. I guess my fingers aren't tripping too much. That's one good thing about freewriting with no brain editing for me--everything comes out in a vast sprawl across the page, much like a firework or even a load of trash being dumped out of a bin to explode across the floor in a flurry of what I don't want to think about anymore.