being a grown up makes me tired

So... tired...
You know those days, when you're inexplicably exhausted?
And you sit at work, staring at your computer, willing it to just do your work for you, but it's all "then you won't learn anything. If I do your work, they don't need to pay you."
Shut up computer. Stop being mean and logical at the same time. You're just like math.
Your to do list is just getting longer and you wish you could just add "nap and drink tea" because you'd be all over crossing that one off. But no, the motivation to actually do stuff in nonexistant.
So you blog. Cuz that seems productive, but really it's just you complaining and not feeling guilty about it. You don't have to read my blog. You don't have to read it. I'll feel bad if I complain to all my friends about how I have a sweet job and have to go to it and stuff.
But then halfway through your blog post you get tired and check facebook for a while. Maybe read about Justin Beiber on the internet for a bit and think about how much fun you'd have baby sitting him. Getting ice cream. Making him sing for you. Texting your friends during his nap time.
Not weird, right?
Tina Fey made it okay. So now I don't have to feel guilty.
Then you get bored with justifying random thoughts, so you stare at your blog for a bit. Decide that this is basically a post, and resign yourself to actually doing some work.
Yeah, this is one of those days.