I tried to watch the debate last night, but I was dozing before they got out of Syria. Surely that says something about my level of intellectual engagement with Middle East policy, but it says more about my physiological state.
I didn’t know tired like this was possible.
My entire life is the bottom of the pyramid: Can I eat that? Will it make me want to vomit? When can I take a nap?
And that’s about it.
I am SO grateful to have a cubicle-type job; I can’t imagine trying to do this if I was waitressing or something.
I am also SO incredibly grateful to have gotten to 7 weeks, and I promise I will tell you all about it if I can ever stay awake long enough to post about it.