This is about as coherent as I feel right now:

i can't tell if this doesn't make sense, or if i am too tired to get it

I am exhausted and chicken-like, but things are great. I’ve spent most of the day organizing the presents people have brought in for our adopted family, which is for happy times – and the kitchen has been stocked with holiday treats all day. I need the sugar to keep myself awake for the next two hours, at which point I will go home and collapse and possibly not move until Wednesday arrives.

Shit, who’s the idiot who scheduled me for a 2-hour training session at 3pm? Fucker. (It was me. I HATE me.)