I hope you like pansies

because I am one. I woke up this morning tired. (I am beginning to hate that word. I think it's stamped on my forehead. Maybe it will be on my gravestone. "She was tired.") But I got up and did my morning thing and went to work anyway. And I was still tired. Not only that, but people kept telling me that I looked tired. (which certainly adds to my self-esteem, let me tell you. If I weren't so tired, I might worry about it.) My boss encouraged me to do some desk work and I tried it, I really did. But my eyes kept closing and I finally decided that I probably shouldn't be doing inventory adjustments when my brain was this foggy. So I finally bit the bullet and came home at lunch. To take a nap. For the rest of the day. And as soon as I finish my Krispy Kreme doughnut, I'm gonna do just that. And then maybe I won't feel like such a pansy. Which is probably another word that's stamped to my forehead. Except maybe not because pansies look pretty. And I have it on good authority that I just look tired.