knackered

"I can't stand it anymore."

"Can't stand what?"

"I can't stand that everyone isn't like you."

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My day was full of pizza and loud, demanding, sweaty children.

Today was Adam's birthday party. It was intensely hot and gross and stinky. I still had fun though.

By the end of it, I was knackered.

Knackered.

Knickered.

Heh.

This is me not being childish at all.

Okay. If you were wondering, I'm still knackered and about ready to fall into bed and not wake up till next week.

Aaaaah. Wouldn't that be nice?

Kinda.

Okay.

This is not a real post, is it?

BAI.