my Consciousness Is not intersecting With Reality

I used to be motivated by the desire to be an illustrator. Now I'm motivated by the memory of the desire to be an illustrator. I think the desire is still there...somewhere...I'm just way too tired right now to delve for it.

I would say that I'm "desperately tired" right now, but I've actually been desperately tired before, and this ain't it.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say "obnoxiously tired." Yes, that's accurate.

I can't think of anything particularly witty to write about (though I'm sure there are many things - every moment of life holds some potential for amusement) so I think I will share with you instead things that other people have said.

Quotes from Teachers:

"My whole life is a field trip."

"I'm not a gambler. But one night I was bored..."

"My book reminds me of Darth Vader in lingerie."

"Science is not doing enough for barren men."

Quotes from Students:

Her: "What do I have in my hair?"
Me: "A pencil."
Her: "Just a pencil?"
Me: "Yep."
Her "...I think I may have lost a pen."

End of Quotes

I know my friends have said several other clever, humorous, and bemusing things, but in my obnoxiously tired state I am unable to recall any of it. And I didn't write it down.

Drat. Foiled again.