Fried brain with your hash browns?

I've been trying to think through some stuff today, but I'm actually too tired to think straight. I can't argue from premise to conclusion the way I usually do, I keep tailing off in the middle.

I don't like being this tired.

I had my University interview today. It went, well, it wasn't bad. They didn't ask me questions which really allowed me to shine, and the job sounds less interesting than it might have done. I guess I'll see what they say and then decide.

I got up before 7 this morning, went to interview, then off for a quick bite to eat and straight to work. I got into work at 12 and worked through till 5.30. I am *exhausted*. I can't believe I have to go in tomorrow as well. And then right after work tomorrow I have to schlep all the way to Wimbledon for Giles' birthday. Not that I don't want to go, but I could really do with effort-free travel to get there. Oh well. I am going to blink at him, mumble 'Happy... thingy.' and fall into bed. Probably. Oh, that means I have to wrap the present and sort out a card tonight. Hmph.