sleeeeeepy squeepy

I am soooo tired this morning. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. For some reason I just can’t move or think or talk. I went to the Emma Goldman Papers this morning and Barry asked me how things were going with Funston (that’s the guy I’m researching right now–did stuff in Cuba and the Philippines at the turn of the century; took charge of SF during the earthquake, seems to not be a very nice guy but anyway). So I pulled out a sheet and read a few things off, but reading was so difficult! I stared at the paper for a while until I could focus. Then I had to really work to make my mouth say the things I wanted it to say. Sigh. It’s just one of those days when you feel like you’re underwater because things are moving so slowly, including you.

I wish I were a kitty today. Then everything would be warm and fuzzy, and I could sleep.

[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]