I fully intend to do a proper report of my high school graduation festivities. But not tonight.

Why? I'm tired. I've been tired since Thursday, when said festivities occurred. The exhaustion from the past few months' work and worry snuck up on me, and BAM! -- useless Bess.

It'll only be getting worse. I must clean my room so that we can move one of my grandma's old beds into it. This should not be as gargantuan a task as it is, but it is. So, I dread it. Only myself to blame, of course. I start tomorrow. When I am done, my room will be shiny and free of malicious dust bunnies.