tired tired tired

I'm so tired I can't even think properly. I feel like a jellyfish. Painting walls is the hardest thing in the world. I have a newfound respect for preparators. I hope they get paid eons more than I am for this. I was riding my bike home and my legs wouldn't even work properly and I thought about the reality show I watched, "Colonial House", they probably had to do even harder manual labor and they had to do it for four months. And they had to eat little flour patties and like salty dried pork every day. I think I am going to wear a sparkly black and gold dress for my opening. OK I'm gonna crawl into bed now for a little rest. I hope I don't fall asleep!