I'm tired. I am so tired. I can't seem to fall asleep until 3 or 4 am and them I'm up at 9 am. I am so very tired and it's starting to show through the cracks in my cool, calm veneer. Today I found myself standing behind a gaggle of women so engrossed in their chit chat they couldn't hear my plea to let me pass. I positioned myself an inch from the woman in front of me and willed her to take a step back. Nothing moves a flock faster than a painful cry of "OW!" I stopped at our local kitchen specialty shop to discover they only had one type of electric knife in stock. A fancy, deluxe one with two blades, one for meat and one for bread, with a fancy, deluxe price to go with it. I stopped at our local fabric store turned quilting shop and found the selection of zippers to be so unbelievably paltry I couldn't match anything there with my multi coloured fabric swatch. While paying for my groceries I discovered the Zellers bill I told DH I would pay today. Guess what. Zellers is across town near the kitchen and fabric stores. As I was headed home I stopped at an intersection to let an elderly man with a cane shuffle across the road. I'm sitting with my front bumper at the stop line and my right signal is blinking when this big shiny black truck (No fella, the type of vehicle you drive is in no way related to the size of your penis.) pulls up on my left. By this time the old gent had reached the sidewalk and as I turn the corner I see the truck is also turning right from his left hand lane. I managed to ignore his shouted, "What the f**k are you doing?" I kept my hands on the wheel in case my middle finger should accidentaly pop up and I didn't return his glare in case I might reply to his query with, "Don't mess with me, As***le. I'm tired!"