whoa nelly i'm tired but it's a languorous tired from sun and sea and swim and looking looking and trying to get a terror stricken golden to win the water. it's not that jangly jangly antsy angsty tired i used to try to medicate, that tired is now a general sorrow at the human situation, and the sorry human response to the human disaster. it seems to loom in the faraway at the beach though.