Day... Three?

Time begins to go by in a hazy blur... a blurry haze... a fuzzy something. Today random people at the company had meetings with me to talk over parts of the project I'm working on. I almost felt important! That didn't come out right, but I'm not sure how to reword it.

I have just rewritten this paragraph four times--each one with a different topic--because every time I wrote a bit, meandering along a path, until I couldn't remember where I was going and what I was doing with that hand basket. so I started over. Three times. I am so tired, I'm not even going to attempt something coherent tonight. G'Night, Sweet Dreams! is the best I can manage.