Tony... tired. Body... sore.

I'm not getting old... I'm just getting beat to hell and back... playing monkeyboy and climbing around like... like a monkey. Busting my ass doing things that basically no one else can, let alone will... the payoff is that I get to do other things that basically no one else can... seated... in front of a computer desk... occasionally... but still... c'mon.

Thursday can get here sooner, if it would like... I didn't quite get to relax like I wanted on Sunday.

I wish I could get myself straightened out... I'm not where I need to be to be myself... but I'll get there, sometime... somehow.

But for now... Tony... tired.