Just So You Know

I have touque head. My hair is matted completely to my skull and I have a few Alfalfa sprouts popping up from my double-crown. Coupled with the dry itchy bags under my eyes and the salt-stains on the cuffs of my pants and my thick heavy sweater pinning me to my seat, I feel very much like a Canadian in the throes of winter. Which I obviously am. I believe the term is "hoser". I are hoser.

I also feel like a zombie - a sleep-deprived and coffee-saturated zombie, albeit a zombie who has leftover curry chicken in the fridge for lunch today. Mmm - curry chicken. Wait, what was I talking about? Shit, nevermind.

I'm tired.