Tired like that time I thought I could run the 400m race at school

Um. Yeah. When I was 12 I did honestly think I would survive a four HUNDRED metre race. Because glasses and braces and pale calves lacking any calf muscle were clearly not an indication that I would die trying.

Well, at least now I know what a death rattle sounds like.

But that's in the past. In the present, I lack braces, have some pretty sweet calf muscles, but overall I still SUCK at this being alive and moving thing.

Why am I so lethargic and tired and DEAD by 6pm!?
Seriously, I'm looking after two children, not single-handedly digging up a mine.

The guy I work for (despite potentially being a wife-beating philandering cheating asshole, if Madam Bonkerz' claims are true) is not ONLY a heart surgeon, he also knows how to play the organ, fly real areoplanes, drive real boats and even make really fancy origami paper planes! How!

How do you, as a heart surgeon, have the time to develop and practice these skills, and spend time with your kids, and potentially 2-4 other women?

I CAN'T EVEN ANSWER ALL MY EMAILS.

It's now 8.20pm and I am going to try very hard to drink all my peppermint tea. Sometimes I'm too lazy to pick up the mug.

WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING  RESPONSIBILITY CHAMPION?!

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