There's a point at which being tired and being drunk feels pretty much the same. That is where I'm at now.
The husband kept trying to tell jokes on the way home.
I found it very confusing.
Finally, I just looked at him and said, "Are you telling jokes again? Why do you keep trying to be funny? You know I don't understand what the fuck you're saying."
Short, uncomplicated sentences are all I'm really capable of understanding at the moment, when spoken anyway.
Sleep good.
Bye.
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