Arse.

I'm so tired I can't see straight. Give me sympathy and backrubs, internets, nobody else is going to.

Seriously, I don't know whether I'm coming or going. I keep zoning out entirely, at which point Beckett hits me. I'm afraid to take Millie up and down the stairs in case I fall. I haven't even got the energy to put the laundry away that's been lying around the house all week.
*goes to put the laundry away and possibly fall over*