I want sleep.

I really wish I had something awesome to say here.
Blogs are supposed to be about innermost thoughts and vacations and things people have made, right?

All I can think of right now is:
"shit shit shit...fuck....oh my god...seriously?...fuck fuck...shit...yawn"

...on the heaviest of rotations.

I'm so stressed out that when I get home I want to knit mindlessly and stare off into space. I can barely handle talking to other human beings right now...let alone typing to them.

....oh...and my cats are doing some nasty things in their litter box...

...I know...i'm totally and completely lucky.

I want summer to be over....now.