A book, I once read, said that a certain tribe had 100s of words to describe snow. When visiting Ireland, I was at a loss to describe how many shades of green I was seeing. I now understand that there just are not enough words for the types of tired one becomes.

Falling asleep in strange places. Waking up in your driveway after driving home not sure how you got there. Wondering if you could just leave the party and rest in your car. Being so tired, that you can’t sleep. Realizing that you’ve been watching CSI episodes all day and don’t even know what was on them or how many you’ve seen. Starting a sentence only to realize that you have no idea what you were about to say.

I get tired just breathing.