Tired of this thing called life

It's amazing how you can just get exhausted with life, isn't it? I don't know how I got to be so tired with it, but I am.

I don't feel depressed, I don't feel hopeless, I don't have any of those kinds of feelings. I'm just tired. Tired, tired, tired.

A weekend full of random things to do doesn't seem like it's the cure to make it any better, either. But, I have a packed weekend. Bite of Seattle tonight, Mariners' game tomorrow, C's dad's on Sunday.

I'll talk later, I'm too tired to write.