Fried

My brain is exhausted.

7 sermons in the last 24 hours that I listened to and 4 hours of vegging in front of a television while Jenny worked on sewing a shirt and there isn't much left my noodle can do anymore.

Couple that with reading 20 some odd golf articles (a magazine with the name of the people who lived here 2 years ago came) and a couple of sports news articles (Beckham got his first American soccer start and first goal today) and i've got nothing to say.

My brain is fried.