Why I let myself get dragged into a heated argument with my Mom when I was already tired is not beyond me. It wasn't the sort of argument where either of us was actually upset; it was just the adrenaline-raising exhausting sort: voices raising to be heard over the other, incredulity over the other's unwillingness to give in over something so stupid.
It went on too long and too far precisely because I was wiped out to begin with. I'm calmer now but can still feel a vestige of excitability crackling underneath, sapping my strength.
Two years ago on TTaT: 32
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