First one to bed

I was downstairs, and I realized that I couldn't keep my eyes open. Why in the heck would I fight to stay awake for no reason on a Saturday night. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. 

I went to see Catching Fire tonight with a bunch of people. Nine of us. Three twelve-year-old girls. One ten-year-old girl. Four adults. One fourteen-year-old boy who was Katie's friend. 

The movie was very good. It just made my missing Katie keener. To the point that after the movie, I told Katie's friend that I needed to hug him whether he wanted it or not (he's not a real hugger). In typical teen boy fashion he submitted with good grace, but no reciprocity. Doesn't matter. It was probably good for us both. 

What I want is to curl up into someone and hide. Or rest my head.  And cry. 

And I'm really just tired on top of everything. 

I'll be better tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.