It's early and yet I am ready for bed. A full day of blogging isn't as easy as it sounds. My hands hurt, and I'm quite sure my ass went numb many hours ago.

I don't think I'm going to make it. There is no second wind to speak of, no companion to keep me company and tell me to keep plugging on, no more Mountain Dew, save for the smallest little drop still clinging at the bottom of the bottle and no music I can listen to loud enough to ward off the closing of my eyes.

I am, in a word, exhausted by the sheer thought of blogging until 9 a.m. tomorrow morning.