too tired

i'm too tired to do anything.

on any given day, that would be normal, heck, people even understand when i tell them i'm tired. they nod their heads, thinking most likely that i deserve to spend at least one day thinking about nothing in bed.

except that yesterday, finally presented with a copy of kill bill, a dvd player, and a comfortable lazy boy, i fell asleep.

yeah, even before i was done with chapter two i was asleep. my cousin, who has seen it before, kept poking me awake. i'd wake up to see uma thurman convince herself to wiggle her toes. the next scene i saw was her walking to the front seat and driving away.

i was that tired.

so, yes kit, i lied. when i said i went home at two it was a 2 a.m. that will always be 2 a.m. regardless of what time i got home.

except that you'd have to forgive me, i couldn't exactly remember what time it was.