Watch for puddles

I think I have something to say RIGHT NOW, but I feel too tired to say it. It is only 10:45, but I just can't live this day any longer. I think I might melt into a puddle if I do. I am having one of those days/weeks/and what could be months where I am just on the edge of puddle-dom 24 hours a day (or at least the hours I am awake). Perhaps tomorrow, or Wednesday I will still have something to say. Perhaps by tomorrow or Wednesday I will be melted - you never can tell with me.